Feel like a riddle today. Glamorous - and I must say, that you are barely ok. Meanwhile I fight for reason. Clamor in hand to defend this: my only body stance.
Take a look around, Everything - in turn - will come down. Don’t depend on this - broken promises, They won’t hear a sound.
Last chance to find the way out. Rearrange lfe 'till sundown, fears of a stick in the mud I solved a riddle today. Glamorous - and I must say that none of us are ok.
Take a look around, Everything - in turn - will come down. Don’t depend on this - broken promises, They won’t hear a sound.
We plant the seed to grow the tree But save room for the family. Evolution turns another ugly hand Suddenly man cannot stand. Matchstick starts a fire Pinpoint the blame, And through the trees I scream your, NAME!!