Same shit but a not amused. Give us a way to fight these hardcore blues. A simple mind for a world so blind, I give a shit about your so called grind
everything you've ever worked for and everyone who's ever lost at war. Buried and burned, this ocean you've earned. I've got my way out, a better home, a
I am sick of noise, I am sick of toys, I want more. Just like "I want the moon" there's got to be more than just comfort. Feels like we're knocking on
ones, unloved and untamed. Eat all the rest, they're all just the same. I am gorlocked, a salvation, a sound to calm us down, how's this for a breakdown
I am on fire next to you. Everytime you open your mouth, my throat gets dry and everyone goes numb. I am just waiting to find a face that I can call home, a
the phrase "a sight for bored lives" we're just a city of hamlets, minus surprise. So from the end to the start, wolf tickets aside, welcome home a premature
a better version of a good diversion, more to keep us mergin'. And get head of the new crowd. The new blood, the new guns, the young sons. You say you got a
