When something is rotten you gotta clean up When you're outta ideas you're thinking a lot THere's nothing strange about he black black holes When the black is white the life is changing the poles
CH: And those fake memories That had slain down your knees I swear darling that I would better stop and leave them away (away) When you're out of your way You've got nothing to say You betray (x5)
This feeling is gonna tease you and tear But your primal aim's to get along with your fears The life is strange it has its own fun sence You're not your things but all of you friends