N.I.L.

So, so sick of the same things over
I'm immune to the things you say and do
And I'm tired of hanging around
Hanging out for the knife to push right through
Push it through

And time, and time, and time again
Quick here comes another
Won't you suck it in
And we play outside on a rainy day
You ask me in, so you can throw me away

New impotent life
We Face the colour strike
Impotent life
We Face the colour strike

I can't get it right
I can't get it right

So, so sick and I'm not getting better
I can't stop. Light me another one
Push me into the ground
Six feet under and still going down
I feel you against my skin
I rip myself open to let you in
And this right that we exercise
The bit’s in your teeth, the blood’s in your eyes
I've got no time to analyze it
As the speed picks up it melts your disguise
So alive, that you're killing me
It's the thrill that you get and it's killing me
And so begins the start of my new impotent life

New impotent life
We face the colour strike
New impotent life
We face the colour strike

I can't get it right
I can't get it right
I still can't get it right

I can't get it right
I can't get it right
Get it right(x8)