History of fail


Freedom it's not the absence of shackles
When there's thought monitor and rape gone unseen
Days of the dead walking the streets are coming
Already they dance the clubs

Censorship is not when vulgarities …
When there’s a heart monitor and things unspoken
Days of the dead writing the lyrics
Already they sing most the songs

Why are we provoking the insane?

By throwing money at them, believe the fame (insane)
Applauding every wrong, decay (insane)
Let’s all walk the walk, write history of fail
Insane, insane,

Roses are red
Violets are blue
When you look deep in to my eyes
You see a tiny reflection of you
Upside down
Upside down
Let us walk the other way