IRC-Galleria

So fucking blow those words out the back of your head
I've heard it all and I'm done with that shit
You tell me lies
and you get what you get
so blow those fucking words out the back of your head

Oh my god did you just hear
lies are coming back in style?
Oh my god this seems so real.
(That they find you, and confine you)

Shut your mouth, we've heard it all.
Hypocrite's and critics all
can fuck off we do this for our souls,
our souls.

What they say, won't make us go away


We're not sorry and we won't conform.
It's not our choice but something inborn.
If we fail following our hearts
can you blame us? (No, no, no)

A swept bag in our black home.
We don't fit in that's the way it goes.
You should not act thought you're better than us,
cause you're not.
(No, no, no)

What they say, won't make us go away



So fucking blow those words out the back of your head,
I've heard it all and I'm done with that shit,
You tell me lies,
and you get what you get,
so blow those fucking words out the back of your head.
(Blow, blow, blow)
Blow those fucking words out the back of your head.

Tell yourself you're not alone at all.
(Staring out your window, know you're all alone)
Oh, tell yourself you're not alone at all. (At all)
(Staring out your window, know you're alone)

What they say, won't make us go away
Go away, go away, go away



So fucking blow those words out the back of your head,
I've heard it all and I'm done with that shit,
You tell me lies,
and you get what you get,
so blow those fucking words out the back of your head.
(Blow, blow, blow)
Blow those fucking words out the back of your head.
(Of your head, of your head, of your head)
Yeah!