Days Of The New - Phobics of Tragedy текст песни

Nothing is real when youre talkin

I dont believe what Im watchin

Shelter me til its over

Of what you want to believe

Im afraid of what I see and

What I see is everything

Shelter me with my own hands

And with my hands I will depend

God I dont know what to say

Everything is in my way

Get up and deal with the pain

Drowning your mind in the way

Let me sleep

Ill let you sleep

Put on your mind frame

Take off your mind

Put on your heart

Im going down stream

Not the same (same ol saying)