Tekster: Boy Sets Fire. The Day The Sun Went Out. Pure.

My mouth is full of your inspiration

Cut me, size me down for your regulation
Nothing stands so close to driving
Nothing gets tense or biting
Nothing stands in the way

It's all right
Your walls are still white
Location is everything
Or so it seems

Stand down
Stand down
Stand down
Stand down

Writing down all your wrongs and rights
In a book you call your own

Silence kills the revolution
All that remains stagnant
Dies submission is your resolve

They've given you all the calls
[Incomprehensible]
Sucker punched again

Blind
Blind
Blind