Tekster: Razor Red Noise. Other. Drone.

Picking up what you threw down,
it's never quite as easy as it sounds
letting go of what we had,
you never thought it meant so much to lose

you never think that you could be betrayed
until the second safety slips away
into a black and broken state
you'll never know what you lost that day

with all the colours gone,
it seems the whole world has turned to stone
my eyes in monochrome,
just like them, you've made me a drone

you never think that you could be betrayed
until the second safety slips away
into a black and broken state
you'll never know what you lost that day

you tried to bury me alive
but i have nothing left to give