There's the routine which I never got routed into.
There's the bitch in me I could never get used to.
There's the idealist in me whom I haven't got in touch with.
There's the siren in me I've yet to release.
There's so much more to know when I thought I knew enough.
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System of a Down - Toxicity
Conversion, software version 7.0
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub
Eating seeds is a past time activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city
No, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder
More wood for the fires, loud neighbours
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck
Eating seeds is a past time activity
The toxicity of our city, our city
No, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder
No, what do you own the world?
How do do you own disorder
Now somehwere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder
When I became the sun
I shone life into the mans' hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the mans' hearts
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