IMPLOTION   (Trotta) In my eyes i’ve just lost, but in my mind there are many songs, in your eyes i’m so strange, they are quite i don’t feel the same, and i think it’s all i need, in my world there’s no place for him, in my world this sound is all, i start off and my punk-hearth go. RIT:Sound as la-la-la-low. How is fun son of a gun, being the last important one, how is fun son of a gun? When i’m crying i have no one. and i think it’s all i need, in my world there’s no place for him, in my world this sound is all, i start off and my punk-hearth go. RIT :Sound as la-la-la-low. I’m living for myself, i’m just crying for myself. I’m dying for myself, i’m just crying for myself. I’m sufferings for myself, i’m just crying for myself. I’m dying for myself, i’m just crying for myself. How is fun son of a gun, being the last important one, how is fun son of a gun? When i’m crying i have no one. and i think it’s all i need, in my world there’s no place for him, in my world this sound is all, i start off and my punk-hearth go. RIT  Sound as la-la-la-low.