Good friend, i know that you can't see with your hands on your eyes.
|
I tried. You lied.
|
No more taking chances.
|
No more chances.
|
Your face is a mask, i can feel it.
|
No one is a sucker for you.
|
If i could, i would, i would steal it.
|
I'd steal it away from you to breathe.
|
I'm holding my passage.
|
I fall to the ground.
|
You are laughing at me.
|
You are dying, you fool.
|
A death parade, this way comes.
|
I'm holding a banner of white.
|
I hear them stomping, wearing upside down smiles.
|
I spit to make mud.
|
And i drown myself in.
|
I'm digging you out from a downgrade
|
and i'm dragging you under the stairs to breathe.
|
Come armageddon.
|
|
-----------------
|
Police John, Police Red
|
| Training For Utopia |
