Part I [Shuffled Mind]

My nervousness is coming over me
I have to go out and walk around some streets
My feeling has no reason, there’s no cause
It is not the season, I wanna it to pause

I have no motivation
I have no inspiration
My brain is burning up
And I’m really fucked up
Shuffled mind
I’ve got it
Shuffled mind
Can’t stop it

The shticks don’t have more fun
I’m still lying in the scorching sun
Ramones don’t have the same old great
And I had lost all my faiths

I have no motivation
I have no inspiration
My brain is burning up
And I’m really fucked up
Shuffled mind
I’ve got it
Shuffled mind
Can’t stop it

The society says me not to blame
But for it I don’t have any shame
The years are passing by
And I’m growing up to fast
I am still a loser
But I’m doing all my best

I have no motivation
I have no inspiration
My brain is burning up
And I’m really fucked up
Shuffled mind
I’ve got it
Shuffled mind
Can’t stop it

I feel my pressure accelerating
I feel my heart beating out of time
I’m going trough on desperation
I can’t do anything, this is my sine

Part II [Boring Time]

I’m getting tired of this summer heat
Are ending up all my kinds of cheats
Nobody knows how’s to be in my skin
I’m getting shaky, but it is the way to win

I’ve been left behind on my tedium room
No one is gonna pick me up in soon
I am rejected by all the sides
I can’t find anything to call mine

Boring time
It’s the end of the line
Boring time
Shit! My hands are bind
Boring time
I didn’t found it fine
Boring time
My bad luck is very wide

I sit around on the bench of the discredited
I’m going trough the city of exclusion
My heart has frozen and my blood is into fusion
My minds aren’t finding the way and are getting in confusion

My mental liberalism is taking me mad
For all my opposition I’ve got only a stab
I felt in the dirty failure gutter
I’ve been knocked down, what can happen on further

Boring time
It’s the end of the line
Boring time
Shit! My hands are bind
Boring time
I didn’t found it fine
Boring time
My bad luck is very wide

A kick on the back
A treading on a nail
My luck is on lack
The fear of the fail
I can’t hear the claps
But can’t hear hoots yet
I’m full of all this shit
Stop the world, I wanna let

Boring time
It’s the end of the line
Boring time
Shit! My hands are bind
Boring time
I didn’t found it fine
Boring time
My bad luck is very wide

Part III [In trouble again]

I’ve got in trouble again
But I’m wising up
And it isn’t so easy
To get me in chain

I know I’m not saint
But I’m getting smooth
No one can catch me now
‘Cause I’m gonna run trough

If you think your pettiness can command me
You’re completely wrong
So turn tail! Let me on my own

You don’t have any proof to accuse me
And there is no clue to give me the guilt
You won’t get anything calling someone
You would have to conform, that what I did is done

If you think your pettiness can command me
You’re completely wrong
So turn tail! Let me on my own

Everything I imagine
All the things I think
What comes out my mouth,
Is only bullshit

I’m turning into madness
My heart is in my throat
This feeling I have to confess
But now you’re gonna be my goat

If you think your pettiness can command me
You’re completely wrong
So turn tail! Let me on my own