Gay sons of lesbian mothers
Song of the day;;
I find out life is sometimes
Cauterised by the words
It seems the end of our times
Of reacting to the wounds
Turn off the led
The light that gets you
Normalised to the mass
A gala performance
Everyone with its mask
Automata glad to ignore
There's a mind behind the glass
Turn off the led
The light that gets you
Normalised to the mass
I am sad in my soul
As I paint a cold smile on my mouth
My thoughts are for the hollow hearts
I'm creeping
I am sad in my soul
As I paint a cold smile on my mouth
My thoughts are for the hollow hearts
I'm creeping
It's nine o'clock, I'm drunk
The best way to keep on
Disgusted by the price
I'll leave this world at all
Turn off the led
The light that gets you
Normalised to the mass
I am sad in my soul
As I paint a cold smile on my mouth
My thoughts are for the hollow hearts
I'm creeping
I am sad in my soul
As I paint a cold smile on my mouth
My thoughts are for the hollow hearts
I'm creeping
As soon as I'll be out
I will take a breath
And walk in search of someone
The face I can see
As soon as I'll be out
I will take a breath
And walk in search of someone
The face I can see
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