Lockjaw (Industrial Metal) - Bored Again

A Holiday turn worlds away For everyone when will they come I sit and count the passing days Thinking when i was young Nothing's syncing It's all sick and everything's fuked And nothing is ever new to me Born a freak so i fill my pockets And save a bit for you serenity nothing for me My head fell a clean above me A anxious heart pushed to extremes I wonder when i will make how long Nothing's syncing It's all sick and everything's fuked And nothing is ever new to me Born a freak so i fill my pockets And save a bit for you For them for them it's done much more than this For them for them until i'm lost in this yeah