Mr. flat century

see them bending over my bed, putting wires and needles in my head, I don't need new blood in my veins, let me go, i'm ready to meet your god instead...I am so tired of waisting my time, in people who think they are godamn divine. I will stand tall, and I will achieve, the things they tought I could never complete...oh, i'm feeling so cold, forgotten and lost and too old. I'm praising the critics on me now. torture the head of this fuckin clown...In the end there 's nothing left to say. instead of a rise we made a damn fall. All off the castles we once knew, they turned to shelters and now a graveyard is the place I long to stay...Where is the time that you tried to seduce me, the time was right for you and I. The pictures we framed were for eternity, and the places we went became like Holy ground. Where has it all gone now?????