Boy Doom

Sick of it all, sick of it all Tonight I'm gonna let it all out I'm hitting a wall, hitting a wall There's nothing here I can live without Versatile juvenile Is that the way you want it to be? Sand in your eyes, sand in your eyes Tell me what you don't really see The coming of age has fallen from grace And I don't really know where I belong If everything is right, then something's wrong Why do you preach for freedom of speech If you don't have a thing to say at all? If you don't have an answer to my call If everything is right then something's wrong Nothing to lose, nothing to lose The whole world is waiting right now You get to choose, you get to choose There's something here you can live without Darker times, state of mind Is that the way you want it to be? You run out of time, run out of time And time is all you really need The coming of age has fallen from grace And I don't really know where I belong If everything is right, then something's wrong Why do you preach for freedom of speech If you don't have a thing to say at all? If you don't have an answer to my call If everything is right it's not at all The coming of age has fallen from grace And I don't really know where I belong If everything is right, then something's wrong Why do you preach for freedom of speech If you don't have a thing to say at all? If you don't have an answer to my call If everything is right it's not at all If everything is right then something's wrong