You have no interest in the past
Where you came from
Where
If you wanna stay
Always here
All these years
The
Can't feel the pain that I expected
I still place
(Instrumental)
Camphor crossed with lace, it is the witching hour
Cinematic but
Nothing is new here underneath the sun
All of the big
A summer day
In garlands I feel secure
A useless
When this freedom stains my coat
With the winter in
At junction 8 the traffic starts to slow
Artilleries of
Kneel and disconnect
And waste another year
Fill the application
We go following sorrow to feel your
Blood spilling out
I didn't want to feel like a slave to your
Under gas light the joining of hands
Chanting a name over
I was born in '67
the year of Sgt. Pepper
and Are
(Instrumental)
Your unpleasant family,
smashed up my car
(perfectly uncalled for)