Tekster:
Anew The Death Of Youth

We judge people like the cover of a second hand book and we assume lives like a prologue shallow people tread in shallow water burn your bridges and

Red kisses on white collars dressed to kill 'cause you're something special strut your shit cause you know you've got something to show shooting whiskey

is poor face down on the floor colored pills and hospital beds vultures come to swarm overhead white washed walls darker than skin the smell of death

Their hollow promises are breaking apart and this fear is too real to ignore they've set the fear in my heart in our hearts i won't fear this i won't

You can leave your heart at the side of the road follow the scent of desperation have you heard? virtue sold out heartbreak comes and goes like the seasons