Lyrics

All of my dreams end in the drain I'm walking outside in the pouring rain Colors flash, colors lie Cars all pass me by The more you decipher and understand Reality is a gun in your hand Is it pointing at the bank or pointing at your head? Don't you want to try? [Could it make you want to die?]? They're getting up to go But they don't wanna know All of my dreams now end in vain It's Friday night and I'm here again All of my best friends are hecklers in the end If I read every page in every book Compassion is treasured and I am a crook Crippled by my shame And I've only myself to blame Don't you want to try? [Could it make you want to die?]? They're getting up to go But they don't wanna know All of my dreams now end in vain I know that I'm singing this song again It's boring Once again Alienation in all of my scenes But I'm fighting with alienated means Crippled by my shame And I've only myself to blame Don't you want to try? [Could it make you want to die?]? They're getting up to go But they don't wanna know No!