Dear world where has the passion gone?

Would you pull the trigger, if I load the gun?

& I refuse to have you as deadweight

These things we carry are not for hands so fucking grey

Fuck

This weathered city, such a blatant lie

You may love your home, but I hate mine

Seeing what you see you can not believe

Being mindless set me free

You say this scene is dead, but you're the ones who killed it

You say this scene is dead, but you're the ones who killed it

These leaves are dead

This field is lifeless, it's such a picturesque cold

Of what we used to own

So bring it back, to the oldest things

I'm sick of this shit fucking scene

You took my heaven & made it hell to me

You made it hell to me

There's a gap in history