Edgar Allan Poets - Wrong Direction Lyrics

There ain't nothing worse
Than feeling necessary
We're just spare-parts
Of a bad machine
If you're not working
They'll throw you out
And your blood, your sweat
Will be replaced
Take a chance
And try to be mine

I want to drag you to the wrong direction

Another day another way
To waste my time
I don't agree with them I change my mind
Against the stream
My greed
Is now quietism
I break the cue
I quibble your reasons
Take a chance
And try to be mine

I want to drag you to the wrong direction

Social pressure is killing me, killing me
I won't learn by our history history

I want to drag you to the wrong direction