C.B.A
SOMETHIMES THERE’S A FEELING
I DON’T KNOW WHERE IT COMES FROM
MAYBE THAT I’M DREAMING BUT NO ONE WAKES ME UP
THERE ARE SO MANY QUESTIONS
THEY’RE BURNING IN MY HEAD
I WANNA KNOW THE REASON WHY I’M FEELING SO BAD
MAYBE IT’S THE WEATHER
OR JUST MY HOROSCOPE, MAN
I CAN’T FIND THE REASON MY BLOOD IS RUNNING SLOW
MAYBE THERE‘S A MASTER
IS WATCHING YOU AND ME
I THINK THAT WE ARE NOTHING BUT PUPPETS ON A STRING
NO, THIS CAN’T BE ALL
I KNOW THERE MUST BE MORE
SEARCHIN FOR THE WAY
NO, THIS CAN’T BE ALL
PEOPLE ARE WALKING
LIKE CYBORGS ON THE STREETS; AND
YOU HAVE TO WORK AS LONG AS YOUR HEART BEAT
INSIDE I’M COLD AND EMPTY
NO POWER IN MY VEINS
I TRY TO MOVE MY LIMBS BUT NOBODY BREAKS MY CHAINS
NO, THIS CAN’T ...
NO, THIS CAN’T ...
WAKE UP IN THE MORNING
AND HAVE A LOOK AROUND; NO
WE WON’T HEAR THE WARNING
THE LAND LAYS ON THE GROUND
I’M FEELING LIKE A STRANGER
IN MY MOUTH A BAD TASTE
WE DON’T STOP OUR GREED TILL EVERYTHING IS WASTE
NO, THIS CAN’T ... 3x
C.B.A.