Waves

I'll take my time and move on from all of this. It's all about the rolling waves. You leave me cold. I'm wandering and positive. So what if I don't want to wait. They're not tying me off right now and though it doesn't make sense, I lost all feeling inside my mouth and I can't handle my hands. 我把我的时间和这一切继续前进。这是所有关于起伏的海浪。你离开我冷。我徘徊和积极的。那么，如果我不想等待。他们不绑我了，现在，虽然它没有任何意义，我失去了所有的感觉在我的嘴，我不能处理我的手。


You cover the ground; to everyone else it seems like nothing is sound, but tell you just how far you'll run. So, keep on looking up.. 您覆盖地面;以其他人好像没有什么声音，但告诉你，只是你会遇到多远。因此，继续仰望..


You'll find the courage to paint a world that burns like Hell. Not for allure, but mostly for yourself 'cause you needed escape in a dark kind of way. It's a sentiment you'll never get used to and I don't want to hear it. I've seen soul in the nerves of every feeling you fought and maybe it's enough to move us on from where we started off. 你会找到勇气来作画，燃烧地狱一样的世界。不为诱惑力，但主要是为自己，因为你在黑暗的一种方式需要越狱。这是一种情绪，你永远也不会习惯，我不想听。我在你每次战斗感觉的神经见过的灵魂，也许这足以使我们从我们开始了。


You cough up blood, but stand up to anyone, but never do it out of rage. Just build your home and surround it with everyone who always seem to feel your pain. When I'm finally at my doubts, I take a look at my friends. Don't make a ceiling inside your clouds, just let them grow with your plans and that's the way it ought to stay. 您咳血，但经不住任何人，但从来没有做出来的愤怒。只需建立自己的家庭和环绕它与每个人谁似乎总是觉得你的痛苦。当我终于在我的怀疑，我看看我的朋友。不要让你的云内的天花板，就让他们和你的计划发展，这就是它的方式应该留下来。


I see the side of things that won't show up; I'm not involved in that. I see that art is making something loud. When it's silent out, I yell 'cause this is in my head. I don't need a writer to tell me how I breathe. This is the war to end all wars. 我看到的东西，就不会显示出来的一面;我不参与这一点。我看到艺术是使一些响亮。当它的沉默了，我喊因为这是在我的脑海。我不需要一个作家告诉我，我怎么呼吸。这是战争结束所有战争。