HOW TIMES HAVE CHANGED,
IT’S OUT OF OUR CONTROL.
BURN THE PERFECT PICTURE,
ALL HOPE IS LOST, ITS FUCKING LOST.
BLOOD RUNS LIKE THE TIDES OF HATRED,
THROUGH THESE VEINS IT RUNS COLD.
BUT LOOK AT THE BIGGER PICTURE.
RISE ABOVE IT ALL.
SAID AND DONE.
DON’T NEED YOUR BULLSHIT,
DON’T NEED YOUR PROPAGANDA.
DO ONE YA MUG.
SEE BACK THEN, NEVER LIVED IN THIS COLD WORLD.
BACK THEN WAS SIMPLE FUCKING TIMES.
LIKE WHEN WE SAY CAN WE START AGAIN,
GO BACK TO WHAT IT MEANT BACK THEN.
DEALT WITH SHIT FOR 15 YEARS.
HOW TIMES HAVE CHANGED,
IT’S OUT OF OUR CONTROL.
BURN THE PERFECT PICTURE.
THIS SHITS ALL GONE TOO FAR.
WE HAVE OURSELVES TO BLAME,
BUT IN MY EYES IT’S STILL THE FUCKING SAME.
WITH MY HEADPHONES IN I CAN’T HEAR THE BULLSHIT.
BUT I STILL SEE IT FALL. DEEP.
15 YEARS.