The Sainte Catherines - Broken Art For Expensive Hearts Lyrics

I am not blind, we're not receiving anything.
Make me dream, then throw me down, another country, another f*cking liar.
What was the goal anyway? B.B.Q.'s and beer?
Where's the f*cking box? It's more than a f*cking hobby.
It's more than pretty girls on a f*cking fake screen.
There's no cool people here, there's nothing good.
Your beat is dirty like every faces in your city.

It's about friends, it's about living, it's about love.
Spit in my face, I'll laugh.
One more party with dumb f*ckers and tasteless tears.
One more night of wondering what the f*ck we're doing here.
Just give me something to drink, we'll steal some food.
Let's be wasted. Let's f*cking piss on expensive cars.
Burn the bridge, no more bills, let's feel powerful.
Let's feel true, you radiate, then hesitate.
Let's feel true, you radiate, it sounds like shit.

F*ck your face. [x4]

F*ck your face, no tragedy, it's way too big.
You f*cking fake, no tragedy, it's way too big.