Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Disturbed
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Willcock
Composer
Texty
I think of nothin', but my head was spinnin' 'round
Don't want a steady job, it tends to tie you down
My friends all look at me, oh, they've all got careers
I didn't like that, so I cut all out
I don't believe
Try to take the best of me for the factory
Everything that I start to think they don't like
Anything that I start to assume they've banned
Well, I'm not too worried 'cause I'm gonna get them back
I don't believe
Thanks, God, I got healed and stirred, too, my mind talks 'til the seal end
Angel Jesus walks through the wall, no army at my hills
I fail alone, no silence and no escape
The safe line at war someone's planted
The sensuality is left, the humanity is left
There is no new art, this is terminal decadence
This is left for me
I don't believe
I think of nothin', but my head was spinnin' 'round
I said I don't want a steady job, it tends to tie you down
My friends all looked at me, oh, they've all got careers
I didn't like that, so I cut all out
I don't believe
Written by: Ian Willcock

