di Todd, Nelson

BUCKCHERRY

Buried way beneath the sheets
I think she’s having a meltdown
Finding it hard to fall asleep
She won’t let anyone help her

The look on her face, a waste of time
she won’t let go gonna roll the dice
Losing her grace, starts to cry
I feel her pain when I look in her eyes

I wanna be
I want everything, I want everything

Somewhere she is on the streets
Trying to make things better
Praying to God and breathing deep
Gotta break this long obsession

The look on her face, a waste of time
She won’t let go gonna roll the dice
Losing her grace, starts to cry
I feel her pain when I look in her eyes

I wanna be
I want everything, I want everything

If I had everything would I still want to be alive or want to be high
If I had everything would I still want to be alive or want to be high

Now and then she talks to me and sometimes writes me letters…

di Malakian, Odadjian, Tankian

SYSTEM OF A DOWN

Conversion, software version 7.0
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, our city

You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder? Disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

More wood for their fires, loud neighbors
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder? Disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder…