Food Songtext
von Zico Chain

These words won′t rhyme
And I don't have the time
And I can′t wonder why

I threw it all away
I got myself to blame
The words just never came

Oh, is it nice to know that all my dreams are fading like they should?
A million eyes to cope with all these feelings
And is it wrong if I forget myself for everything I love?
I'd rather die for a chance then have no meaning, no

I'd hate myself
Be obviously au fait
A cliché for your page


You′d find me dead
A knife inside my head
A note beside my bed

Oh, is it nice to know that all my dreams are fading like they should?
A million eyes to cope with all these feelings
And is it wrong if I forget myself for everything I love?
I′d rather die for a chance then have no meaning, no

I'd hate myself
But then I′m so au fait
In all your clichéd ways

I can't explain
I′ve got myself to blame
And I can't wonder why

Oh, is it nice to know that all my dreams are fading like they should?
A million eyes to cope with all these feelings
And is it wrong if I forget myself for everything I love?
I′d rather die for a chance then have no meaning, no