Paroles de 'Breaking Point' par The Chicharones

Watching out but looking inward [2x]

[Josh Martinez]
Well I've been up and down these same damn roads
And nothing ever seems to change
(And uh...) You grow a little older, then one day, your strange becomes mundane
Don't know how folks can do it day after day
What does it feel like to be here and not feel right?
Does it feel like fighting?
Does it serve to a nightmare?
I don't know all of the details of the day
But I felt that it wouldn't be wrong to bow my head and pray
Cause' there's nothing our here but busted trucks, a few beers and rusted nails
There's some broken bottles and boarded up houses
And these worn out old man tales

And I'm not sure that I can go on with my day
Can't get lost in the soft skin
Would you please meet me half way?

I could drown in this old playground, where the streets dont have no name
All my friends skipped town or went to jail, just to hide their shame

I'm running out of patience
This soul's to break
The days got rain and make me go crazy
Get out of this rut (can't get out of this rut)
Got to pick myself up (I got to pick myself up)
I could leave, it wouldn't matter
Cause nobody notices the weekend after that
Because inside they're sad and lonely
And I'll be hoping this day...
But it's not looking that way...

[Sleep]
But what can I say?
I've got music to make
God, hoping that these trenches, they ain't just standing to break
But I could take 5, then we're ready to play
Do you people feel what we see?
We're gonna give it to ya

[Sleep]
The weatherman said "mostly rain again", damn
Take that winter and stick it where the sun don't shine
Trying to find the benefits
In the gray state of mind
It's isolated in my meloncholly confine
And I'm turning to a migraine, an aging think tank
Today faded on tomorrow's daybreak
To chase if I stay awake
Naps to conversate
Bastards play keep away with contracts
I'm gonna have to have it with death
Forget about that
On the fast track to disaster, past my salary cap
Tapped out and cash strapped
No way - I'll keep looking
No change between cushions
Won't play the game crooked
The Queen killed my rook
I don't want to stay so fuck it
I'll sacrfice my peace
The heart on my sleeves, tuck it
Muzzle those words
Uttered bombs, so puzzled and tongue twisted
I'm done with it... and it's just begun

[Josh Martinez]
I'm running out of patience
This soul's to break
The days got rain and make me go crazy
Get out of this rut (can't get out of this rut)
Got to pick myself up (I got to pick myself up)
I could leave, it wouldn't matter
Cause nobody notices the weekend after that
Because inside they're sad and lonely
And I'll be hoping this day...
But it's not looking that way...

[Sleep]
But what can I say?
I've got music to make
God, hoping that these trenches, they ain't just standing to break
But I could take 5, then we're ready to play
Do you people feel what we see?
We're gonna give it to ya