Theyre always sayen
\"You better pick it up, its gonna get harder\"
They werent lyen
Where are we goin?
Theres this empty feelin that were fallin
And theres no one who can catch us
We can weave a web of lies
And maybe well hold back for a while
Until it breaks
The truth exposed
Who knows?
This might be for the better
Things might start getting better
Lets start right here
its perfect weather
For a sucide.
While were on the subject
Lets start with your lies..
