When will we see straight, when will the structure stand? We spent so long building, but our vision is collapsing, is the black hole in me? Or below our bare feet. Maybe a small piece in everyone we meet, we’re all colliding towards defeat. I’ll keep singing (through silence deafening). Sing the song you’ve sang before, sing the chorus “it hard to mean more”. Convince yourself you have a purpose, happy to see only on the surface. But we will keep going deeper as the truth seekers. Blindness brings out the best, makes them see the truth, makes them less deceitful, makes them make a difference, makes them fucking hate, saying something without being complacent. When you put a lion in a cage pride turns to rage. When you tell him there’s no other way, no lies or fakes. Just cold steel bars, changing who you really are. Concrete like ice, wish for a better life. If you try to take, one note from me. This song, your eulogy. When will we see straight, when will the structure stand? We spent so long building, but our vision is collapsing, is the black hole in me? Or below our bare feet, a small piece in everyone we meet. We’re all colliding towards defeat. Blindness brings out the best, Makes them see the truth, Makes them less deceitful, Makes them make a difference, Makes them fucking hate this, Makes them less complacent, Makes you fucking hate me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
