And This Day (Live)

Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Dream theatre And this day No matter what all who fills baskets Or who's just there The whole earth shudders And this day Seen from the bottom glass phut cig Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the road And you even mistrust your own feelings And this day The old feelings came back You show me the bloody poor bores The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings A big basket full S-pub S-mart And this day The old feelings came back Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder A big basket full S-pub S-Mart A zero in the SS school bus lacks wages Poetic justice And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings And this day As seen from a glass bottom phut cig Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder Who are the translators? In a Bl glandule area And though the blades make presence felt Like US football players And this day It will soon heal up Everywhere The surroundings were screaming on the roads But I'll even blow my nose on last pound note And this day The old feelings came back The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings Even god pays here You can go all around Holland Holland Europe Youth continent But it will soon come back And this day It will soon heal up The surroundings were screaming on the roads So you even mistrust your own feelings And this day I am right here The fear and the awe Medical thingy And this day Everywhere just No fucking respite for us here Jim kidder Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Jim kidder And this day Who are the translators? Everywhere Just no fucking respite for us here Guaranteed by god Rosso rosso And this day The old feelings came back Everywhere And this day Who are the translators? Who are the empirical leeches? Who Who Classical Smart organic brain bank Multiplexes Who are the transistors? Who are the numerical leeches? Brain bank It's clear when every lie disturbs Makes you jump Everywhere Just no fucking respite Us here Jim kidder Your friends are dust They're in bits They're dust Dusty friends I cannot account For this village Turned me into a nigger Space dusty clock drove me To this village