LYRIC



Lying is the long lost truth
Cheating is the new good news
Still traffic lights turn red,
Eyes turn black and bodies they turn blue

Nobody is coming through
Everyone is no one too
Every time I think I know
I don’t know, do you?

We’ve gone too far
And now we know this
Picked apart
Alone togetherness
Who we are
Seems important
I am ours, time to acknowledge that

Famine is a demons feast
But demons can be killed at least
Kingdoms don’t need kings
They just need crowds to believe everything

Weathered are an old man’s bones
Secret are a priest’s dirty robes
Powder on an angel’s nose
Steady or not here we go

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