I'm always talking with god
We share the same mirror
Dilated pupils, dilated egos.
We're the bloodshot eyed clique
'cos sleep deprived is the new chic
No future and Love under Will.
We're terrified to go all the way
Ashamed of the stupid things we say
Always looking for more trust to betray.
Most deprived without a backstage pass
Hooked on youth that cannot last
Banging our heads to the pulse of the drum.
Remember it ain't cool to be in love
'cos all we want are tortured souls
Forget everything you knew before
Your conscience empty like a bullet hole.
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