Текст песни i hate the metro! - Clutch Cabin , Nuria

I'm here

Good morning my mother, I'm leaving
Why honey? Take money, don't pretend
Oh nothing, the bus is just speeding
Hey daughter, don't bother, we even
Ok, if you say so my love it must be
I hate that I make all the trust into me
I bell 'em, I ring 'em like: 'just set me free!'
I'd rather just tell 'em
I tell 'em, I tell 'em

I hate the metro
I hate the faces
I hate it all
And I hate the places
Pessimistic?
Really? Really? Ok!
Gone ballistic?
Like really? Really? No way!
But the metro ain't the place to be my lil' love
Everybody wanna slice a piece of me off
I don't like it at all
Get the hives when you call upon me
In the metro forty eight station, yeah

Tsu ku, tsu ku, tsu ku
Tsu ku, tsu ku, tsu ku

Uh, is it clear to you?
What I have done to me?
'Cause I been worried sick
But I'm not one to leave
So I will bathe in guilt
And get the one up ease
'Cause the fear is taking over who I am again

I'm sick of the pain (I'm so sick)
I'm sick of the headphones
Sick of my veins
Running me like a treadmill (Running it up)
I feel fake, yeah this is my mental
I need to get away
'Cause I hate the metro
I hate the metro
You love the lights (Lights)
Twenty four seven schedule
Too long of nights
I got no more headroom
I'm losing my sight
To get where I've gone to
You gotta take flight
And I

I hate the metro
I hate the faces
I hate it all
And I hate the places
Pessimistic?
Really? Really? Ok!
Gone ballistic?
Like really? Really? No way!
But the metro ain't the place to be my lil' love
Everybody wanna slice a piece of me off
I don't like it at all
Get the hives when you call upon me
In the metro forty eight station, yeah, haha
Station, yeah

Uh, uh
Tell the painting
What the painter
Should've painted
That's how critics sound to me
When they suggest what I'd be making
Dip your color in some yellow
That way you could up the payment
That way you'd be entertaining
Ugh, I look out the window of the station like

You hate the metro
You hate the faces
You hate it all
And you hate the places
Pessimistic?
I know, I know they say
That you're ballistic
But come home, come home to play
But the metro ain't the place to stay my baby
I don't argue any dead but they rise lately
I don't like it all (No!)
Get a shivering call
To tell me that the metro
Is my one true love
Love
Love
Metro equals anxiety!