Compositor: Rotted
When it all comes crashing down there's
Nothing but a nosebleed
Another ugly night, another lost fight
Another time I'm scared I'll lose my sight
Filled with foreboding senses of dread
About tomorrow feeling like pure death
Frittering my existence on senseless schemes
Reaching toward unattainable dreams
A sense of unity and false self-worth
Before we come crashing back down to Earth
We're gonna change the state of this land,
We're gonna form a million bands,
But all we got to show for ourselves is
Nothing but a nosebleed
We're gonna turn all the wrongs to rights
We'll make this place a paradise
But when it all comes crashing down there's
Nothing but a nosebleed
How can I sit here talking crap,
With this seedy and rather sordid chap!?
I just met the guy but he's my best mate,
And it all comes down to the sorry state
That we've got ourselves into again,
Free gifts from a stranger, fuck our friends.
For now we'll talk of elaborate schemes
Gibberish trite and mere pipe dreams
We're gonna change the state of this land,
We're gonna form a million bands,
But all we got to show for ourselves is
Nothing but a nosebleed
We're gonna turn all the wrongs to rights
We'll make this place a paradise
But when it all comes crashing down there's
Nothing but a nosebleed