Letra de Dumbmarket Travesty

I think I’m treading water
I think you’ve got my number
I know I’m out of order
You know I’m just another adolescent retard in disguise
This fucking box delivers
Mixed cross of busy signals
Does this shit go forever?
It happens every single time
And I am sick to death of time
I’m staying awake
Got stood up straight
But there’s no debate
This guy is just another disaster
Another brooding disaster
And it’s a shame
But who’s to blame?
No one’s to blame
Everything is just a fucking shame
And I still feel like I am running out of time
But I don’t care so I am getting back in mine
Carbon fucking copy
Line for fucking line
Send, delete
Defeat, retreat
Better luck next time
I wrote this story so I know how it ends