getting bored of this life
TOXICITYsystemofadown
Conversion, software version 7.0 looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub eating seeds as a pastime activity the toxicity of our city, of our city Now, what do you own the world? how do you own disorder, disorder Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep disorder, disorder, disorder More wood for the fires, loud neighbours flashlight riveries caught in the headlights of a truck eating seeds as a pastime activity the toxicity of our city, of our city Now, what do you own the world? how do you own disorder, disorder Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep disorder, disorder, disorder Now, what do you own the world? how do you own disorder, disorder Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep disorder, disorder, disorder When I became the sun I shone life into the man's hearts When I became the sun I shone life into the man's hearts
This is the song i was listening to when i suddenly thought of the title of my entry:
getting bored of this life. oh well. i'll just write again next time, when i'm in the mood to elaborate on my BOREDOM. well, its actually more of like being TIRED of this life, oh well, doesn't look and feel different to me.
