Letra de State of Rebellion
Sit around feeling negated, tired of being told what to do Have to listen to continual hatred, you can count me out What you got to prove?What a way to spend prime time Tell me I don't know In a state of rebellion Too much stuff of my ownThese tensions kill one's being Rebellion means nothingA wasted life with something to prove A wasted life with something to prove A wasted life, a waste of life A wasted life with nothing to proveLook around, always berated The sick situation at hand All to do is continue complaining What things to cry about Your selfish demandsI'm too old to spend my time Concerned about these affairs Had my share of rebellion It got me totally nowhereAggression solves nothing These tensions kill one's beingA wasted life with something to prove A wasted life with something to prove A wasted life, a waste of life A wasted life with nothing to proveThere is no detour from the hard road No deviation from the path One has to reach some destination Don't walk around in the dark (in the dark)A wasted life with something to prove A wasted life with something to prove A wasted life, a waste of life A wasted life with nothing to prove A wasted life with nothing to prove