Paper, Bullets, Walls Lyrics - Labour Of Love - Frente

Show me anyone 

The patient is gone 

It hasnt been breathing 

Since it learnt right from wrong 

Any innocent, got discontent 

This is why children sing lament 

Are you dying yet? 

Do you remember to forget? 

Like I do, like I do 

You got what you spent 

One hundred percent of nothings nothing 

Make my life unsafe for living 

Your diamonds are dirt 

Id much rather hurt than have all your addictions 

If you want forever, well fuck you baby 

Is it paper or bullets in the walls 

When it could be possible, beautiful, wonderful 

Every little wing 

Flaps for something 

But no one knows one