Sitting in this room full of smoke
feels like im gonna choke;
Its not the fumes that bother me
but the world beyond this room I see;
Full of people I dont like
full of lies I dont buy;
The fumes just keep piling in
they dont wanna get out of this place like me;
I cant see through this fog anymore
feels like im gonna choke;
Its not the fumes that bother me
but the world beyond this room I see;
Full of people I dont like
full of lies I dont buy;
The fumes just keep piling in
they dont wanna get out of this place like me;
I cant see through this fog anymore
seeing the world clearly than ever before;
With its cities reaching to the skies
hiding under a shroud of lies;
People and places, love and hate
seem so real but all so fake;
Sitting in this room full of smoke
really feels like I am gonna choke !
With its cities reaching to the skies
hiding under a shroud of lies;
People and places, love and hate
seem so real but all so fake;
Sitting in this room full of smoke
really feels like I am gonna choke !
