Playing Dead
First of all, I'm never giving up
I'm gaining perspective and counting on my luck
Don't miss the point, or let it pass you by
You'll run around in circles asking yourself why
Stand at attention, it's going down right here
Wake up, wake up can you hear me?
Where's all your passion? Has it disappear?
Get up, get up or I'm leaving!
I won't waste anymore of this life
Losing direction, missing connections
One last time
I'm screaming out loud what's inside my head
I'm sick of you playing dead
Worst of all, I'm sick of growing up
I've lost all perspective, I'm running out of luck
Now here, here I go again, scratching at the surface
Will this ever end?
Will you ever pay attention?
I'm standing right the fuck here
Stand at attention, it's going down right here
Wake up, wake up can you hear me?
Where's all your passion? Has it disappear?
Get up, get up or I'm leaving!
I won't waste anymore of this life
Losing direction, missing connections
One last time
I'm screaming out loud what's inside my head
I'm sick of you playing dead
It's time for me to take some chances
All I need is this book of matches
To burn it all to a billion ashes
I'm seeing red
Stop playing dead!
Stop playing dead!
(All I need is this book of matches
To burn it all to a billion ashes)
Don't waste anymore of your life
Losing direction, missing connections
For one last time,
I'm screaming out loud what's inside my head
I won't waste anymore of this life
Losing direction, missing connections
One last time
I'm screaming out loud what's inside my head
I'm sick of you playing dead!
Autor(es): Iain Archer
