There has to be good in here
Have all things
gold turned souvenir?
But what was that you
said?
All the things we love we hate
instead
Last chance as if it could
hurt
Too much to be first
The first
admit the lie
We are all put here on
earth
But what we deserve is to be buried
alive
I'm riding on a fence and
happy with..
I'm counting on an
indifference
But if I had to choose
Well it all looks pretty good to me
Last chance as if it could hurt
Too much
to be first
The first admit the lie
We are all put here on earth
So we could
be first
The first to be in the sky
Last chance as if it could hurt
Too much to be first
The first admit the
lie
We are all put here on earth
So
we could be first
The first to float up