Tired Song

Counting numbers on the barcode,
the one that he's got in his head
empty eyes he's a psychotic
tryin' to figure out where's the trick

born dead in the ghetto
without a name and woithout a face
livin' a life in fear of changes
livin' a life without any fate

tired of waiting for tomorrow
tired of dreams and tired of hideing
tired of the same old playground
livin' in warzone livin' in warzone

killing time again in the frontline
what's the fuckin' point of stayin' alive
he's livin six feet under
this boy has never seen the light

scared of numbers on the barcode,
the one that he's got in his head
black white goes back and foward
colored memories are turning grey

so dissapointed with the shape of the world outside
no more sedatives he has run out of pills and run out of lies

tired of waiting for tomorrow
tired of dreams and tired of hideing
tired of the same old playground
livin' in warzone livin' in warzone

killing time again in the frontline
what's the fuckin' point of stayin' alive
he's livin six feet under
this boy has never seen the light