Fed Up

(...Say!)

Nothing to say, nothing to do, nothing to break
Nothing to ease the pain

You're half way on your knees
There's not a soul around, who can feel the shame

Uhh, we're fed up with so much junk
It's just a matter of time till we're nothing but waste

But even though it makes no sense
It seems that most of us love the taste

Ch.:
Why don't you
Save yourself
Tread me down
Wave your pride
All around

Seconds before the impact the smiling stops
Only for one last sight

Some people scream, some kneel or hide
While others tumble through the crowd

Why don't you fall?
Is there anything left to fight for?
Anything… anything at all?

So here's an old friend: name's War
Well I think, I think you've met before

Ch.:
Why don't you
Save yourself
Tread me down
Wave your pride
All around

Save yourself
Cut me out
Taste of blood
In your mouth

(Say!)