This is bliss
The very top and bottom
Ignorance
The falls comes after autum
Makes no sense
How did I get here
Am I in the Ditch
Did I rip the stitch
This is death
The final exhale never
Saves a breath
From tar filled lungs why don't you
Save the test
I'll never pass you by, yeah
This is risk
You may not make it out now
Let's be quick
Time moves without a sound
Hypocrite
That's what they call me
Well I'm sick of it
And so tired of this
Stop and sit
That's what they told you
Don't you Ask again
But you just had to know that
Things were fit
Forever lost in bliss, yeah