The American Dream Is Dead

Lost Years

The sleepless nights are killing me and I'm haunted in my sleep.
I keep reliving old memories. You can wake the dead but please
Don't wake me. Let's get f**ked up quit cause' I can't take
Another second of this shit. Show me a way out or show me my
Next fix. Cause' I can't see the road ahead of me and these
Blood shot eyes are my worst enemy and I can't find a f**king
Remedy and will you ever be alone again? No, I will never be
Alone again.

It's not enough to sing about the greatest traditions you
Left out. With a bottle in hand, we'll sing on and on again.
Tell me I'm not the only one here who's feeling so f**ked up
Over this.