white sheets swallow me up I just feel so young Wormed your way inside my head To muddle up my brain I'm glazed over, no-ones home I'm going blank again
Go blank, go blank, go blank go Go blank, go blank, go blank go Go blank, go blank and start again Go blank, go blank, go blank go Go blank, go blank
tell me now, where was my fault? In loving you with my whole heart Oh, tell me now, where was my fault? In loving you with my whole heart A white blank
I see the people I pass by in the streets well nothing but empty looks I see the people who put trust in who they meet well nothing but empty lives I
Hold on, my dear, it paces through the underground, but downtown sound is all the rage; My love, stay clear, warm nights, with a torrent flow,
the blank generation and I can take it or leave it each time I belong to the generation but I can take it or leave it each time I belong to the blank
neck, my hands would be the where And I would choke all of you down, I would choke all of you down I would choke all of you down Give me a picket sign Make it blank
The most perfect silence is when there is no need to speak The most perfect silence is when there's no need to explain The most perfect moment is
still replays Comforts and thoughts Still I awake The presence of you is haunting for chase Reflecting your image upon my face Whispers, desires to know your at peace Blank
I'm just a blank sheet of paper This fool's about to write you a letter To tell you that he's sorry For the way he did you wrong To ask for your forgiveness
A scratchy throat wish you would lift this I drink liquids spreading true, I hope A blank earth covered in nothing, living Swear this it's something '
So my baby's on the road Doin' business, sellin' loads Charmin' everyone there With the sweetest smile Oh tonight, I miss you Oh tonight, I wish you
'll are ashamed Because the promises of life We'll never forget And all that you say Disclose what we are We know our sheets will always Maintain blank
embrace all the corruption And we, all its hate, all it's greed, so A toast to the end of our innocence Our blank generation Our blank generation Our blank
riddle that creates my own frustration I am starring A cold impression trailing off to nowhere There is no look they gave me A painted smile turned upside down, inside out Blank
The most perfect silence is when there is no need to speak The most perfect silence is when there's no need to explain The most perfect silence is
His particular skill is leaving bombs in people's driveways Blank Frank has a memory that's as cold as an iceberg The only time he speaks is in incomprehensible proverbs Blank
Death is part of this pail second Reacting in chaos with only moments to spare I'm still trying to figure the part I played in this game, my own demise