I can't remember
My good days of joy have been forgotten
Leaving in this place a void and filling it with emptiness
Hearing the horrible noise of people breathing while they talk
In the wake of this hideous act
I want to hurt them
My hands will choke them
They are not real
My mind is broken
The thirst is coming
They are not here
They are not real
I can't remember the green old days
They've been torn apart or been replaced
With no control
Unholy ghouls
Will they slit my throat?
Synapsis a bit damaged by the symptoms of abstinence
How can I revert this?
Why didn't I prevent it?
Sick, neglected, infected
By swallowing all my pride and dying with the others
Can I go any lower?
If this is the end I'll give you in exchange of my dirty soul
Something good for the unknown
Please someone help me to die
I am the tune of the psychos
A theme for the misfortune
The symphony of this cycle
The melody of an endless hell
Green Old Days Video (MV)
Performed By: Douchebagz
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Jose Verastegui, Jose Verástegui García, Luis Hernandez, Luis Hernandez de la Llave, Marco Serrano, Marco Serrano Ruiz, Robert Belanger, Robert Belanger Morales
Douchebagz - Green Old Days Lyrics
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English
I can't remember
My good days of joy have been forgotten
Leaving in this place a void and filling it with emptiness
Hearing the horrible noise of people breathing while they talk
In the wake of this hideous act
I want to hurt them
My hands will choke them
They are not real
My mind is broken
The thirst is coming
They are not here
They are not real
I can't remember the green old days
They've been torn apart or been replaced
With no control
Unholy ghouls
Will they slit my throat?
Synapsis a bit damaged by the symptoms of abstinence
How can I revert this?
Why didn't I prevent it?
Sick, neglected, infected
By swallowing all my pride and dying with the others
Can I go any lower?
If this is the end I'll give you in exchange of my dirty soul
Something good for the unknown
Please someone help me to die
I am the tune of the psychos
A theme for the misfortune
The symphony of this cycle
The melody of an endless hell
My good days of joy have been forgotten
Leaving in this place a void and filling it with emptiness
Hearing the horrible noise of people breathing while they talk
In the wake of this hideous act
I want to hurt them
My hands will choke them
They are not real
My mind is broken
The thirst is coming
They are not here
They are not real
I can't remember the green old days
They've been torn apart or been replaced
With no control
Unholy ghouls
Will they slit my throat?
Synapsis a bit damaged by the symptoms of abstinence
How can I revert this?
Why didn't I prevent it?
Sick, neglected, infected
By swallowing all my pride and dying with the others
Can I go any lower?
If this is the end I'll give you in exchange of my dirty soul
Something good for the unknown
Please someone help me to die
I am the tune of the psychos
A theme for the misfortune
The symphony of this cycle
The melody of an endless hell
Writer: Jose Verastegui, Jose Verástegui García, Luis Hernandez, Luis Hernandez de la Llave, Marco Serrano, Marco Serrano Ruiz, Robert Belanger, Robert Belanger Morales
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid