We Had A Deal Medics Have Been Calling: They Say This Body Is Still Warm
Medics Have Been Calling; They Say This Body Is Still
Warm
We’re constructing alibis and as time flies we’ll
change identities. You won’t recognize me
Tomorrow we’ll be strangers plotting a conspiracy. The
longer I scream the dizzier it gets.
When will we stop to hide behind our wrath and find
there’s nothing left, nothing left to care about.
Only privileged middle-class f..cks preaching to the
converted, just like me. Afraid of the fact
that we’re all growing old. Too soon we’ll be mocking
the days we lived for. This movement will be dead by
dawn.
But this mouth speaks only madness in search for
reason, in search for the glory that lies in the chance
we have
to do the things we love.
For it’s blurred by a state of rush in which I built my
home, in which I’m building chapels for our
ungratefulness.
Tonight they’ll erect monuments to praise the rings
around our eyes only to tear them down by dawn.
Cause it gets hard to dance when the blues is always
on. But a self-righteous martyr never lacks words.
So just read on for I got plenty more of them.
Only privileged middle-class f..cks preaching to the
converted, just like me. Afraid of the fact
that we’re all growing old. Too soon we’ll be mocking
the days we lived for. This movement will be dead by
dawn.
But this mouth speaks only madness in search for
reason, in search for the glory that lies in the chance
we have
to do the things we love.
