Bleach کے بول

Well I'm too young To be telling people That my friends Are dying It’s the same old Same old same cliché And they tell you Not to smoke a pack a day But I like the way it tastes When I know it’s my last meal So cut it all up and run What’s the use in staying I think of who you’d become I wanna bleach my brain I wanna Bleach my brain I wanna bleach my Well you’re too old To bury what you’ve made Next to your own empty grave No this life is too unkind And I can’t shake The apocalyptic notion That I'm drowning in the ocean As my ship begins to sink So cut it all up and run What’s the use in staying I think of who you’d become I wanna bleach my brain I wanna Bleach my brain I wanna bleach my Well I'm too young To be telling people That my friends Are dying Its the same old Same old same cliché Well you’re too old To bury what you’ve made Next to your own empty grave No this life is too unkind So cut it all up and run What’s the use in staying I think of who you’d become I wanna bleach my brain I wanna Bleach my brain I wanna bleach my (brain) I wanna bleach my (brain)