"Picking From the Box" as written by Michael Amott, Christian Bo Sjostrand and Ludwig Johannes Witt....
Taking my mind away off things that makes me blind
Now I can't even sleep when I'm drunk
But I'm feeling just fine, you see to me its not so bad
Dreaming away back home
But I wonder why you keep picking from the foodbox
Seems so strange to waste your life that could bring so much
Blinded by fake you rush right into the failiure trap
Bitter blood reveals
You keep kissing the strings of hope
You pray to keep them warm
But somehow you always wake up cold
I know its hard to breake away from here
But you've got to lean on dreams to make them real
Money ain't all that counts when the day is done
Harmony is not something you buy
But keep on raping yourself you fake
You ain't got the guts to change
Poison yourself 'cause you're scared to loose, what!



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"Picking from the Box" as written by Ludwig Johannes Witt Christian Bo Sjostrand

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