Letters to Stallone Songtext
von iwrestledabearonce

It′s a sign of the times
The impression that you made
Glossed over by a wave
A golden lining in your grave
Beneath the dirt it's all the same

Last night I saw a thousand faces in a line
And I could not recall a name, no, I could not recall a time
When I
I needed someone to move me,
Not someone to save me,
Just someone to move me,
Not someone to

Change
Things
Des-
Perately


I think mediocrity
Is this the key?
I can′t
I won't be
I won't be
I won′t be sitting there now

Break me out
Misery
I see the dead eyes in the crowd
Feel them all turn at once
Let me out

It′s a sign of the times
There's nothing to gain
This world was never mine
It′s not mine

I let the hive mind consume me
I can feel them all moving
I can feel

Last night I saw a thousand faces in a line
And I could not recall a name, no, I could not recall a time when I
I needed someone to move me,
Not someone to save me,
Just someone to move me,
Not someone to-


The perception that you crave
From conception to the grave
Does not mean shit to me
I'm not a product of
I′m not a product of my name

The perception that you crave
From conception to the grave
Does not mean shit to me
I'm not a product of
I′m not a product of my name

The perception that you crave
From conception to the grave
Does not mean shit to me
I'm not a product of my name