Paroles de Microphone

Monday morning wondering What's that little something That's gonna solve it once again? It burns inside of me Wanna get it out you see Wanna leave before I'll go insane Hey, I've had my say The rain falls, I'm on my way Turn off the microphone Bye my second home I'll leave this place for fertile grounds Blow the speakers with an honest sound I was killing time and now I bleed It wipes the dirt right off my clothes Gives me hope when I need it the most Gives me the air when I need to fucking breath