We we're worn dead
Down to soulless
We we're torn from all
that we wanted

who makes [bad word] breaks the will
takes the pay
speaks astray

we were worn cold
down to soulles

Maybe i'm burning?
But i don't mind now.
The times are trying hard
To swallow the will of heart

Maybe i'm burning
And I don't even mind
Cause time should be mine
No trend will slow me down

Cutting edges of inverted [bad word] Trial and error on the worn dead
Guitars are dead
hipsters giving each other head [bad word] is the new black
We all need a break
we will need a break

take of your shades
dress of your stuck up

Maybe im burning?
But i don't mind now.
The times are trying hard
To swallow the will of heart

Maybe i'm burning
And I don't even mind
time should be mine
No trend will slow me down

Oh how the thoughts are old now
and they seem so golden, and they seem so golden

Maybe im burning?
But i don't mind now.
The times are trying hard
To swallow the will of heart

Maybe i'm burning
And I don't even mind
time should be mine
No trend will slow me down

Take of your shades
dress of your stuck up