architecture in helsinki
need to shout
There's a sword in your side that you'll ignore it Until blood shows And later on, when it's gone, when something's wrong The violence grows And it's designed, to spy and try To poke your eyes, while laying low  Beneath the seven different reasons for satellites Eleven different reasons for fists and fights There's never been a reason for shouting where, it's quiet, But no-ones ever listening  Seven different reasons for satellites Eleven different reasons for fists and fights There's never been a reason for shouting where, it's quiet, But no-ones ever listening  When you need to shout, shout When you need to shout, shout When you need to shout, shout No-ones ever listening When you need to shout, shout When you need to shout, shout When you need to shout, shout No-ones ever listening  And don't go dragging your name Through the mud, and the rain When it dries I know some dust that wants to get in your eyes Put a stethoscope on, you'll notice the beat is gone All that's left is hesitations from your previous life Don't go dragging your name Through the mud, and the rain When it dries I know some dust that wants to get in your eyes Put a stethoscope on, you'll notice the beat is gone All that's left is hesitations from your previous life