The future has seen better days. Always, closed doors. Open old sores. Makeshift Holy Ghost, But I need more.
It's fair enough to say that I am never walking back. Never going out. Never shaking hands with lifelessness. But I walk alone with you by my side. You've given me a thousand tries.
Headlines. Half truths. Half life and it's half used. Golden hearts, Silver tongues, Slant rhymes and I might be the only one left. I found you in the fire but you claimed that it kept you warm. My whole though process is nothing more than what I say. I never understand the synchronization of a water down revolution. The death of a son. The death of a salesmen, the anointed one. So what is there left to say? Everyone's given up but I was born on a different day and I drink from a different cup.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
