Текст песни Born of Desire - Mushroomhead

Wait

I feel so helpless in this haze – better days are laid to rest
Life's a test – world of stress, who is blessed? Can I get a little heart?
You know the deal – our weakness is we feel torn apart
Still, we've got to keep it real

Born of desire, conspired, denial
Be your own Messiah and saviour – everything
I am the liar, jester to the sire
I burn with you fire walk with me

Pleasing dreams are few and far between
The good and badly needed breaks in life
Just so you don't hate yourself

If you believe in some kind of master work
This was all meant for something
I am truly sorry, although I'm really laughing inside
Because I know this all comes out to nothing

Go on, believe life's some kind of master work
This was all meant for something
Sorry and laughing inside for nothing

Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Filthy in the alley with a baseball bat
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat

(Mushroomhead Inc. Sampler version only:

It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under)

It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast, died so young