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Tekster: Madina Lake. Attics to Eden. Criminals.

Another weekend comes, I got nowhere to go
So get real high and head to your window
Watch perfect faces living perfect lives
Till something snaps inside

Now everything looks just like a horror cartoon
I'm thinking of something that I know I shouldn't do
But nobody knows me and nobody cares
And damn, I feel alive

You think you know who we are
Well, you don't know us at all

We are criminals, the arsonists, the thieves, the rapists
Save yourself, you put us in cages
But you made us criminals, lost inside your American dreams
We'll carry this for the quarantine

Now I'm running away just like a clumsy machine
And a memory follows like a horrible dream
But I prove to myself I can do anything
And damn, I feel alive

We are criminals, the arsonists, the thieves, the rapists
Save yourself, you put us in cages
But you made us criminals, lost inside the American dream
We'll carry this for the quarantine

For every town that I've lied to
Been cheated, beaten down
Revenge is such a glamorous feeling
I've been craving for so long

And when you sleep at night
Believe me, I'll be there in the dark
'Cause we've got nothing to lose
And we don't care who you are

The rich, the beautiful
You don't mean a thing to a scorched earth
Parasites in paradise
Our time has come to change your life

We are criminals, the arsonists, the thieves, the rapists
Save yourself, you put us in cages
But you made us

The rich, the beautiful
You don't mean a thing to a scorched earth
Parasites in paradise
Our time has come to change your life

The disenchanted, we revolution to change your life
We're now at war with our future

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