Unwritten Rules Testo

This is not the land of love and liberty
It's more like a waiting room in hell
Drink a quart and watch me dwell
(Chorus)
I got it right
Out in the trenches tonight
Glass towers rise above the filth and the pain
I'm a moral degenerate feel my pain
Passed out on a squat on a mission
That night I was shocked in to submission
Straight down, straight down to hell I head
System of sewers is where I lay my head
People on their way are like on a different dimension
I need no correction
(Chorus)
Some of my friends moved on
A simple domestic life
They're all gone
Only a few of us remain
Only a few of us want to keep it the same
(Chorus)