Žodžiai dainai: Dead Poetic. New Medicines. A Hoax To Live For.

You're all just staring, angry faces
Begging for a place to die.
Or I could leave you where you stand
Up upon that hill that'll fall to the wayside

This hoax to live for
Dictating regulation of thoughts
This hoax to live for
The very plague that kills us all
The very plague that kills us all

And in this scene, I play the protagonist
And as well I play the opposed
Or I could leave you where you stand
All alone in the hall, your trap for the meantime

And you call this home
No home I've ever known
No home I've ever known

This hoax to live for
Dictating regulation of thoughts
This hoax to live for
The very plague that kills us all
The very plague that kills us all

This isn't war
But these are still battles
This isn't war
But these are still battles

This isn't war
But these are still battles
And battles make it all die out

This hoax to live for
Dictating regulation of thoughts
This hoax to live for
The very plague that kills us all
The very plague that kills us all