Papercoin Fallout
Standing by yourself in the field of washed out colours
Does it remind you of your life at all?
You fought so hard, you took so much
Away and in, you’ve lost your touch
With your surroundings, now you’re stumbling
You really need help from something
No you can’t see where you’re going
And you are blinded and full of doubt
So let’s get moving along from this nightmare
Away from the fight the fear the fallout
Take a second to collect yourself and get back up again
It’s better than the other option and that won't free
your life from pain
Would you rather be asleep and never know the outcome of
your words
Or live to see, in washed out colours, just how much it
hurts?
No you can’t see where you’re going
And you are blinded and full of doubt
So let’s get moving along from this nightmare
Away from the fight the fear the fallout
