What a world we live in with its endless charms Blinded lies keep winning over open arms
Crescent moons and party tunes and strange hands in the dark Morning suns beside the ones far too afraid to notice who you are
They refuse to fix what broke A ruse: a plume of smoke The bruise of words unspoken The truth is burnt & broken
What a world we live in with its endless charms Sticks and stones and systems built to cause you harm
Locker rooms and cryptic runes of texts sent in the night “boys will be boys,” “men and their toys,”– Narratives that make this shit alright
When they refuse to fix what broke A ruse: a plume of smoke The bruise of words unspoken The truth is burnt & broken
They refuse to fix what broke A ruse: a plume of smoke The bruise of words unspoken The truth is burnt & brokenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
