I have you say? But you won't have to trouble Yourself for me that way You let them decide The course of my life And you just stood by You let them decide
disturb us, couldn't we just sit by And make a pact to ignore it, all of our secret needs Becoming connected further, giving a life to feed on [chorus] You let them decide
Превод: Мана. Одлучити.
all that she be gettin' Ladies, get your paper too Don't expect for no man to support you Keep it true 'Cause most brothers are raised to decide for the
Chorus: We are not crazy, we´re goin´ insane It´s not our fault you decided to blame Yourself for walkin´ in the front door You
dread Die wicked generation Uttered an angel from the sky Die wicked generation For this is the close of your game of destruction You vote for a president That decides full of flaws
't decided what to do Looking back, looking over my shoulder Still agnostic, every day it gets older Haven't decided what to do Holy books, so many flaws
's burning up in here even though the bed is cold on your side I'd rather die than spend this night here without you, without you I would try to fix these flaws
Terrified to change, terrified to lose with all of this on the line. And why decide right now? In the ways we thaw. In the ways we flaw. In the ways we
's the cooling breeze that put you down on your cheek. And in the feather bed you know she's headed for the waterfall. Kiss me with your hands. I saw a flaw
me tranquilized And when I play it at my show I feel sanctified And he gives me direction when I can't decide He is alive How can you tell me that he
so young And then as if to cut him deeper Leave this thing here as his son "please explain to me god's wisdom How could he decide To take from me my
Societal advancement, an agenda of control Forcing the elimination of hereditary flaws Licensed breeding protocol, man's course decided Incarcerating
never seen such ignorance on anyone's face Wallowed in the filthy air and the demons gently fill the void in my eyes Barricade myself with beautiful lies Flawed
Spell caster of curse words Spoken stones to be thrown at guilt covered society Give it till tomorrow Give it a couple days Blank face and lying smile Bothered by flawed
me No one to decide if it's good So I will sing and you will hear me And join the chorus so we can start again, oh Our voices raised are flawed but
And I'm still not sure if she really knows Fight off your urges to tell her how you feel It can only cause you problems tonight Hold tight till you leave, then decide
