The Worst Kind Songtext
von Silent Vice

Come on!

The sirens away in the distance
Awake in a tragedy
The silence you suffer is endless
A cancer in your heart

What does it take to feel alive?
You grew up at the wrong time
You came up with the worst kind
What does it take to feel alive?
You grew up at the wrong time
You came up with the worst kind

Clutching the absence is part of the process the misery broken in
A thought and a prayer sent creating an abscess internally broken down
Uncomfortably numb to the silence
That dines upon your heart


What does it take to feel alive?
You grew up at the wrong time
You came up with the worst kind
What does it take to feel alive?
You grew up at the wrong time
You came up with the worst kind
You dont feel unless I say
You dont feel unless I say
You dont feel unless I say
You dont feel a thing anyway

What does it take to feel alive?
You grew up at the wrong time
Come on
What does it take to feel alive
You grew up at the wrong time
You came up with the worst kind
You grew up at the wrong time
You came up with the worst kind