(no subject)
I'm becoming more and more tired of the same routine.
Rolling along with the same old things.
We dance around the truth behind the lying.
With the flashing lights of all the cars
and the flickering lies of all the stars
The stem of the problem lies under the ground
while the flower still floats all around.
Rolling along with the same old things.
We dance around the truth behind the lying.
With the flashing lights of all the cars
and the flickering lies of all the stars
The stem of the problem lies under the ground
while the flower still floats all around.