Aren’t you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream
all the stars right out of the sky.
And destroy the prettiest starry night,
every evening that I die.
Just can’t get enough of it.
Aren’t you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream
all the stars right out of the sky.
And destroy the prettiest starry night,
every evening that I die.
Just can’t get enough of it.