All our friends Are dead and gone There's men in our basement wearing our clothes
Your chest won't heal What your blood won't kill And same for myself When I flush my pills
But our fears their fears Their children's fears
Our kids Their kids Their children's kids Will see a sudden light
And I can't pay our rent Playing rooms of our friends Yeah they speak like they're a savior But we all die like men
Do you see em there? Do you see their hands? They're all living lies All those basement men And they stand In the same positions In the dark We left
And they see nothing
But our fears, their fears And their children's fears
But our kids Their kids And their children's kids Will see a fucking lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
