The longing
Spitting lies like wingless bullets
searing through the air
Gloryfying things in sepia
surpressing all that's fair
Burst this bubble of idiocy
lift up the veils
switch the lights on ...
let . them . see
While we would like stuffing our ears
to keep those lies out
they rather seal our lips
unabling us to shout
Burst this bubble of idiocy
lift up the veils
switch the lights on ...
let . them . see
Empty voids in our souls
mourning what we could've been
to eager, to keen
the longing keeps us awake