its there, you cant see it.
its flowing through the fucking streets of some nameless country
were so far away, removed from the pain and anguish of most human life
its terrible to know of its existance, and never make an attempt.
where would one run? where would we hide
because when the bombs start dropping, they wont care about your lawn orniments
so you better watch your fucking back, because theres knives flying
and a blonde haired girl will toss them for eternity
so i guess i’m lost, trying to find my way in this
everybody is lost, and everybody is lonely
but this cold bed is less forgiving