Songtext von Mess

Pack of beers, tryouts The end has come to me The end has come to us Reflections of this modernity They won't preach the hole That days have carved in me Mess, it's mess You were the worst grade in a class Anti-social, higher you fly Harder you fall Nothing done since 17 The end came to you The end came to me Took a path, took too much stuff Now we chase the past I'm not here as you will see Soon Mess, it's mess You were the worst grade in a class Anti-social, higher you fly Harder you fall