Dysorientated
Whats your neverending question why?
Whats your name and whats your number?
(you know your name, know your number)
It's just so different than before'
But i just hailed one difference more
Don't make me fit this change
Let me be ready for the cozen
Dysorientated-but free at last
Dysorientated-but free at all
I wish the silence (would) turn to noise
Then turn it down on low again
I wish all monsters (would) disappear
To let them out, to go/kill again
I shook my head,not only trying to remind
I shot my head,not only trying to forget
I wish the silence (would) turn to noise
Then turn it down on low again
I wish all monsters (would) disappear
To let them out, to go/kill again
Writer/s: Crack Up