Are you scared?. Holding on to sacred places. Holding on to what is found. I'm looking forward to see their faces. Flat on the ground, the horror profound.
Let's Go!. . What's the problem. Why can't you relax?. Inside hating on everything, that makes me mad. Love is scary and love is to blame. Guess I'll lose you and that is a shame.
Disgraced. Expendable, we are not really real. A mirage of solitude is what they try to heal and. I will not be made to feel we are sealed in a fake charade.