Thirteen Senses

losers

Proud, we are so proud
Of What you've done, so dont burnt out
You'll lose your soul, Your out of soul
You think about, we talk about

Forget about your eyes, connect inside
And show you are the world
If i could i'd cut my wires
And fix them up to you

All the losers will sink their teeth in you, into you

Praise is overdue, it's under-used
A happy heart, for you to..

Lose your eyes, connect inside
And show you all the world
If i could I'd cut my wires
And fix them up to you

All the losers will sink their teeth in you, into you

September rain, the morning dew
To march in your parade
Put on your boots and kick them to
A place far away

And i'll be there ready to take the place
I'm amazed that your not there