The birds, the fishes, the flowers
We never get along
It's not poetic at all, i know
But shiny, filthy, guilty new hopes are?
So many flowers i killed
So many gold fish
But feeling sorry sounds
So childish
It snows and rains
Snows and rains
Hands me out killer pains
A little girl laughs at a man who falls
I said
A little girl laughs at a man who falls
In clean and red conference halls
Stairs are not able to climb to the walls
But i am, but i am
Honesty, modesty they're all overrated
Nobody cares about anything
Unless it seems romantic
Classy covers of crappy novels
Or tshirts with revolutionaries on
You and your socially responsible corporations
And your tax-free smiling baby actors
Are gonna make the world a better place to die
Are gonna make the world a better place to die
It snows and rains
Snows and rains
Hands me out killer pains
A little girl laughs at a man who falls
I said
A little girl laughs at a man who falls
In clean and red conference halls
Stairs are not able to climb to the walls
But i am
I is someone else
