From haven we got hell and heard the swell Flipping a coin, with the last prophets, Gods, devils and deads, the lost soul’s fate.. When you’re blessed by them, this is what you get
And so, here everyone goes Like a fish, weak, does in a bowl Willing to catch any bait As any kid would with a treat No matter the room, no matter the deck There’s no threat in here, just retreat
No more threat in here, just recess
How could this idiot feels good In a sun that has never shone ? Cause with heart broke and cheap glue You may hang out on the clouds You may float under lights You might pretend to fight But you’ll never feel anything warm In this whole animals’ farm.
No matter the side, the kind of tears and cries, Everything and everyone is getting off THE lie. From those who sold the world To the last of the teenage whores...
Cause, with empty arms, Lost souls still need to believe
They must still believe Still believe in this love
This love they know The only one they know
They would give it all for They would kill everyone for They would sell their soul for
The same they always feel, Again and again Day after day, when In the Sunset light, They let a lipstick trace on the glass… Kissing the dead met everyday inside