The tune filled all of their ears
But was not present in the air.
I called to my fair lady,
But she screamed it was not fair.
It clearly wasn’t your day,
You live in tomorrow because you have no today.
You live their nightmares:
“he lives the dream”
They say.
4, 6, 8, 10
Here we go again and again.
Break your neck dancing on your head,
Because your legs have fallen dead.
Butterflies in your stomach,
And you shot them all down.
Now it feels too heavy,
What are you doing? Get off the ground.
Angels are falling,
Machine guns in hand.
“It’s not right!” you cry.
They can shoot, but not stand.
Caught in the crossfire,
You are lulled to sleep.
You’re twisted,
Your lives have been listed.
Which one do you want to keep?
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
The tune filled all of their ears
But was not present in the air.
I called to my fair lady,
But she screamed it was not fair.
It clearly wasn’t your day,
You live in tomorrow because you have no today.
You live their nightmares:
“he lives the dream”
They say.
4, 6, 8, 10
Here we go again and again.
Break your neck dancing on your head,
Because your legs have fallen dead.
Butterflies in your stomach,
And you shot them all down.
Now it feels too heavy,
What are you doing? Get off the ground.
Angels are falling,
Machine guns in hand.
“It’s not right!” you cry.
They can shoot, but not stand.
Caught in the crossfire,
You are lulled to sleep.
You’re twisted,
Your lives have been listed.
Which one do you want to keep?
idek what this is supposed to be. It's so random and I don't expect it to be good.
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