LYRIC
I'm gaining perspective and counting on my luck.
Don't miss the point, or let it pass you by,
You'll run around in circles asking yourself why. [Chorus] Stand at attention, it's going down right here,
Wake up, wake up can you hear me?
Where's all your passion? Has it disappear?
Get up, get up or I'm leaving!
I won't waste anymore of this life
Losing direction, missing connections.
One last time,
I'm screaming out loud what's inside my head;
I'm sick of you playing dead. [Verse 2] Worst of all, I'm sick of growing up
I've lost all perspective, I'm running out of luck.
Now here, here I go again, scratching at the surface,
Will this ever end?
Will you ever pay attention?
I'm standing right the fuck here! [Chorus] Stand at attention, it's going down right here,
Wake up, wake up can you hear me?
Where's all your passion? Has it disappear?
Get up, get up or I'm leaving!
I won't waste anymore of this life
Losing direction, missing connections.
One last time,
I'm screaming out loud what's inside my head;
I'm sick of you playing dead. [Hook] It's time for me to take some chances,
All I need is this book of matches,
To burn it all to a billion ashes,
I'm seeing red,
Stop playing dead!
Stop playing dead!
(All I need is this book of matches,
To burn it all to a billion ashes)
Losing direction, missing connections
For one last time,
I'm screaming out loud what's inside my head… [Outro] I won't waste anymore of this life
Losing direction, missing connections.
One last time,
I'm screaming out loud what's inside my head;
I'm sick of you playing dead!
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