Iron Chic
Bustin' (Makes Me Feel Good)
there's a kind of focusa subtle art to losing sleepit takes a certain special kind of personto make decisions as fucked as thesebut thats just the start just a small partof what makes us who we arewe make our intentions clearwe choose our words carefullywe don't believe everything we hearwe still have some noise to makeIf there's a god he hates usdoes what he can to see us failbut were not superstitiousso we don't fucking carewe just need a spark, a light in the darkto show us where we aredefend against the hordeswith rusty shields and broken swordsall we need are wordsa handful of drunken slurstruth be told, we'll always knowthat we will never be alone
From Letras Mania