Glasvegas
Finished Sympathy
Sick to death of a means to an endWho, and why and what age offers no mercy? Rushed away is the leveler of youthButchered is the innocence in truthI felt it shaking my bones againI saw it on the street todayIt was something that someone said I felt the crush of finished sympathyNo longer trembling daisiesNow mobile teenage killing machinesLending each other to man made atomic energiesAll because we turned 17Led to places by historical unequal of reasonsShooting real guns in real places 'til then unheard of geographicallyI felt it shaking my bones againWas it 'cause you had lost some faith?Did you see it on the street today?Did you feel finished sympathy?How illogical is a piece of faith anyway?It's as long as the child is inside meDon't finish sympathy, not yet.
From Letras Mania