Текст American Nightmare – I.C. You Are Feeling Drake

Try to remember when you felt free and
The smiles just came so naturally…
You can’t control your age
But you can control how you feel
Breathing dead air into broken lungs that
Once filled your heart
With the will to fucking live
So when are you
Gonna cash in your raincheck?
(And on and on and on…)
Every second that goes by
Is one that’s gone for good
Are you throwing away
Possible memories to a fevered life
Of «woulds» and «coulds?»
We may have missed our chance and
We may never be young again but
Fuck living a sick day life
Fuck dead beat kids
And fuck your falsehoods
So when are you
Gonna cash in your raincheck?
(And on and on and on…)
I’m not dead yet
Ambitions… sorry, but I have none…
I’m just a confused kid

With the masses telling me
To join tradition…
But I fucking can’t…
I’d rather die than live like you
Do you fucking get it?
I’d rather die than live like you
You don’t fucking get it
Fuck your falsehoods