Lyrics

False alarm Empty guns Mediocre life Restless ones I got defeated this way So idiots don't follow me Boy to man What's the point Idiots in my life Thanks a lot I got defeated this way So idiots don't follow me Don't follow me Consider me done I'm lost and I can't see the sun Oh lord I've begun (creating black holes) And why do I lie to myself Pretend that I'm sane, sane, sane! I'm back again (creating black holes) I search the stars being sad (Creating black holes) I search the stars being sad False alarm Empty guns Mediocre life Panic comes I got diseases in me So idiots don't follow me Boy to man What's the point Idiots in my life Thanks a lot I got defeated this way So idiots don't follow me Don't follow me Consider me done I'm lost and I can't see the sun Oh lord I've begun (creating black holes) And why do I lie to myself Pretend that I'm sane, sane, sane! I'm back again (creating black holes) I search the stars being sad (Creating black holes) I search the stars being sad
Writer(s): Christian Dick Michelle Berg, Nicklas Karl Stenemo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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