CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Breaking Even
(f*cking f*cker)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
If you wanna take a crack at me
Get back at me, go ahead
Runnin' around spreading lies about all the people made up in your head
How long did it take you to realise you're not like the rest?
Pulling strings, and killing things
While wearing your Sundays best
There's no way out of this
No one to put an end to it, but you
Who really needs all the answers?
Who truly wants all control?
(Oooo) If I had a dime, for every man that's stolen mine
I'd be right back where I started
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Close your eyes, oh what do you see?
Is it something you'd like to share?
The haunting image of the angle of death
But you don't seem to care
I hope all the money will cushion the fall
It's a hell of a long way down
You'll be swimming in a sea of guilt
And eventually you will drown
There's no way out of this
No one to put an end to it, but you
Who really needs all the answers?
Who truly wants all control?
(Oooo) If I had a dime, for every man that's stolen mine
I'd be right back where I started
You are the cancer
That will be removed
The crooked, crooked dancer
That will never be soothed
Who really needs all the answers?
Who truly wants all control?
(Oooo) If I had a dime, for every man that's stolen mine
I'd be right back where I started
I'd be right back where I started
I'd be right back where I started
[Conclusion]
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
If you wanna take a crack at me
Get back at me, go ahead
Runnin' around spreading lies about all the people made up in your head
How long did it take you to realise you're not like the rest?
Pulling strings, and killing things
While wearing your Sundays best
There's no way out of this
No one to put an end to it, but you
Who really needs all the answers?
Who truly wants all control?
(Oooo) If I had a dime, for every man that's stolen mine
I'd be right back where I started
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Close your eyes, oh what do you see?
Is it something you'd like to share?
The haunting image of the angle of death
But you don't seem to care
I hope all the money will cushion the fall
It's a hell of a long way down
You'll be swimming in a sea of guilt
And eventually you will drown
There's no way out of this
No one to put an end to it, but you
Who really needs all the answers?
Who truly wants all control?
(Oooo) If I had a dime, for every man that's stolen mine
I'd be right back where I started
You are the cancer
That will be removed
The crooked, crooked dancer
That will never be soothed
Who really needs all the answers?
Who truly wants all control?
(Oooo) If I had a dime, for every man that's stolen mine
I'd be right back where I started
I'd be right back where I started
I'd be right back where I started
[Conclusion]
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
