People are in conflict
Nothing is true anymore
How does it feel to rent life
Wounded like a dry *****
Bones broken unseen flesh
Back to the dust of the land
It never mattered that you did your best
Money money money
The quest for fire is gone
Years past and old is anew
Jungles formed unshaved lawns
I'll paint the picture without lights
Blood on the canvas
Even with laws our eyes are without sight.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
People are in conflict
Nothing is true anymore
How does it feel to rent life
Wounded like a dry *****
Bones broken unseen flesh
Back to the dust of the land
It never mattered that you did your best
Money money money
The quest for fire is gone
Years past and old is anew
Jungles formed unshaved lawns
I'll paint the picture without lights
Blood on the canvas
Even with laws our eyes are without sight.
