Feel like a riddle today.
Glamor is in and I must say that you are barely okay.
Meanwhile I fight for reason.
Glamor in hand to defend, this my only body stance.
Take a look around,
Everything in turn will come down.
Don't depend on these broken promises,
They won't hear a sound.
Last chance to find the way out.
We only drive till sun down, these are the stick in the mud
I solved a riddle today.
Glamor is in and I must say that none of us are okay.
Take a look around,
Everything in turn will come down.
Don't depend on these broken promises,
They won't hear a sound.
We plant the seed
To grow the tree,
But save the fruit for the family.
Evolution turns another bloody hand,
Certainly that cannot stand.
Match sticks start the fire, but we point the blame,
And through the trees I scream your name.
Take a look around,
Everything in turn will come down.
Don't depend on these broken promises,
They won't hear a sound.
They won't hear a sound...