Bad Religion:
Now here I go.
Hope I don't break down.
I won't take anything, I don't need anything.
Don't want to exist, I can't persist.
Please stop before I do it again,
just talk about nothing, let's talk about nothing,
let's talk about no one, please talk about no one, someone, anyone.
You and me have a disease,
you affect me, you infect me,
I'm afflicted, you're addicted,
you and me, you and me.
You're clear - as a heavy lead curtain want to drill you - like an ocean,
we can work it out, I've been running out, now I'm running out.
I feel infected sometimes.
Wednesday, November 17, 1999 11:19PM

