Testo Not Long

When you peel away the layers of paint
I just wanna stay in bed all day

It's hard to stay in touch
Don't ask for too much

Every time that I am in a rage
Someone else was born to be on stage
Every time I'm filled with tears
It's a funeral for my wasted years
It's contrast with someone else filled with ideas

Not again, not a-fucking-gain
I swear to God
I pray to God
It's not long

I swear to God
I pray to God
It's not long

I pray to God It's not long