Page 99 - Punk rock in the wrong hands Şarkı Sözleri

I am a prisoner in a war of idiots,
The stomping feet of waltzing
Hypocrites pave the way of
A brave tomorrow, choke the
Throat of passion and sorrow
Kill my drifting breeze of
Thought, i have been captured, i
Have been caught, i am a prisoner
In a war of scowls, coughing
Youth from it's bowels, i am
Doing fine, i am feeling
Well, deep inside my dark wall cell.