solemn hour

Don't pretend
Spill the wrist of what you'll never be
And I'll never say that everything's alright
Sometimes the best that you can do is just survive
We are feeding flies with pieces of ambition
Hostile strum and icepick tongue
Shelter here from everyone
So, another year, another drama
Intoxicated
A show about a model make your self-esteem low for you
Everything is fake trust me no one that lovely
They find different ways to take your fucken soul from you
Telling lies to your vision, take control of you
They tell you theres something wrong with you, you need their drugs
But their aint nothing fucken wrong with you they being thugs

In the land of make believe you are mine
In the land of make believe Im doing fine

One of these days letters are gonna fall from the sky telling us all to go free
But until that day I'll find a way to let everybody know that we're still here!


HI HI!

history is high ;o
miss ya son :[