Tekster:
Death Is Not Glamorous Soft Clicks

Educate and inform so no one can say ?I didn?t realize? We cannot afford ignorance, feigned Or otherwise, can?t afford to close our eyes So many people

see through it Force us to consume, define our taste I?d rather starve than eat your waste Capitalize on a culture of cruelty Living off scraps from the slaughterhouse, not

These colder nights don?t change a thing, I?m walking Through leaves that leave their trees, return to soil Soils that will soon freeze and we talk on

Direct, sincere, more than we appear More than just the sum of our parts Nothing is as strong as the beat of our hearts Set back, we're gonna try again

Like scratching an itch that won?t subside Losing perspective at 4 o?clock at night Alone and walking in empty city streets Self-doubt is the glue holding

about to collapse within I?d rather live my every day with the will to truly Understand what it takes, to admit my mistakes Test, true, not to bend, will not

And your number on my phone So let's go Into the night We race like drops of rain Headlong Into the pitch black night Will not cease Will not abate