Try the game

It's all the same

It's a matter of taste

You'll try someday to be with the nation

Of all the rock stars in my mind

I never thought

You Battle tech

I'm ready to bleed from my veins now

Come on back it's just a matter of fact

You keep on telling yourself

The realizations of all the ways

You learned to hate

You're coming far

You're gonna break

Gonna set the record straight

So concentrate



I've got my mind made up this time

I've given all that wasn't mine

I gave the shirt that's on my back

And I give and I give and I get none



Now you're on to something better

I bet you want your money back

Oh, that's a serious breakdown

Come on bitch

Give us all your best shot

Don't hold back

Do yourself a favor

And release the frustration

I'm not surprised

You've lost your mind

I see we arrived at about the same time

That's some serious patience

I just can't

Now you want your feelings back

I'll just say

Your unjust contrast

Is the same as a slap in the face



I've got my mind made up this time

I've given all that wasn't mine

I gave the shirt that's on my back

And I give and I give and I get none



I've got my mind made up this time

I've given all that wasn't mine

I gave the shirt that's on my back

And I give and I give and I give

I got my mind made up this time I fall

You place your faith in something fake

and now you bleed attention