Well, you feel that you can raid and all these terms are your trade
Flashing lights to tell them everything except for what you really mean
Smashed into a thousand, a sound of a dropping bomb
Painting pretty pictures for them, so they can show it to their sons
I like to think you tried to stare away from it
But from time to time it's good to be ignorant
Get out to see your friends and quickly reminisce over and over the times you had to suck it in
Draw the precious lines to what you're gonna miss and make no one trips on what you did
I like to think you tried, even though you missed
But from time to time they're gonna make you suffer it
In a thousand years there will be nothing, whatcha got to live for?
Mirror what they want and what they say but is it all really yours?
You're not designed for confrontation with weapons and your weak mind's flaws
You're not designed for confrontation with weapons and your weak mind's flaws
You're not designed for confrontation with weapons and your weak mind's flaws
In a thousand years there will be nothing, whatcha got to live for?
Mirror what they want and what they say but is it all really yours?
You're not designed for confrontation with weapons and your weak mind's flaws
