Drifting from Manufactured Chaos by The Maladaptive

23 and lacking dreams and aspirations
Biting with flat teeth and thoughts of loaded guns
You smile away the day, then lose it all at night
Tell yourself that you're just fine, that this is just life
But I'm waiting for God to come from the clouds
To wipe away all our senseless doubts

She's 17 and feeling things you shouldn't know
Down the street, across the alley, she crying now
Her best friend is a pet and a bloody towel
Down the street, across the alley, I'm screaming now

But I'm waiting for God to come from the clouds
To wipe away all your senseless doubts
And I know some day you'll follow me out
We'll sing in harmony
We'll sing real loud

And am I perfect? Enough for you?
I keep on trying, but I can't get through
And all my world's come crashing down
But I promise you this:
I'll make you proud

• Grunge
• Rock
• folk rock
• Northampton