Bored Again - Lockjaw

A Holiday turn worlds away

For everyone when will they come

I sit and count the passing days

Thinking when i was young

Nothing’s syncing

It’s all sick and everything’s fuked

And nothing is ever new to me

Born a freak so i fill my pockets

And save a bit for you

serenity nothing for me

My head fell a clean above me

A anxious heart pushed to extremes

I wonder when i will make how long

Nothing’s syncing

It’s all sick and everything’s fuked

And nothing is ever new to me

Born a freak so i fill my pockets

And save a bit for you

For them for them it’s done much more than this

For them for them until i’m lost in this yeah