radioactive

Oh...!
Oh...!
Looking at the lonely telegram, I crept into your room
Listen to the breathing voices of the ones around the tomb
The radio is playing, but I can't hear them sing
The people are explaining, but they don't know a thing
Give me a sign, give me a sign
I wanna die tonight

They say that Лондон sounds like a city of red
All the prisoners wait for their turn to be dead
Oh Ты don't Любовь me
You don't Любовь me like Ты say Ты do

I can take a picture, Ты can be a picture
Stitched into my faded black
I can take Ты home, или Ты can be a home
We'll never look on back
The radio is playing, but I can't hear...

Эй, Mr. cage man let me get a fresh breath
Cherry bomb head strong I could fake my own death
Hey Mr. fate man shuffle me a ninth life
I’ve been wrong, go long
throwing me a sharp right
It’s not a picture perfect life
Not what I had in mind
Let me write my own line

I’ve got this place
That I’ve filled with empty space
Oh I’m trying not to face what I’ve done
My hopeless opus
I’m in this race and I’m hoping just to place
Oh I’m trying not to face what’s become of me
My hopeless opus

Hey Mr. безопасно, сейф man hustle me an okay
I could slide take a dive take it for the Главная team
Hey Mr. postman slip...