Hunt down all the days
Tasting all the ways
Play down every little phrase
Every single word that's on my mind
Twist it and turn around
Sent to you in a shape of heart
You don't really care about
So burn down this paper mound
Why the fuck we have to try?
Bunch of nutters wearing ties
Plastic bitches, shining stars
Why the fuck you think you're gods?
And miles of a maze you created and maybe's the only word I still remember today
Sitting alone in the garden of stones and I couldn't wait more so I let you alone
And I know
You won't remember
Why the fuck we have to try?
Bunch of nutters wearing ties
Plastic bitches, shining stars
Why the fuck you think you're gods?
WHY THE FUCK?!
And miles of a maze you created and maybe's the only word I still remember today
Sitting alone in the garden of stones and I couldn't wait more so I let you alone