Iron Chic
Don't Tell Me Stupid, Don't Show Me Fuck You
i can't stand the cold, it cuts to the boneand you can't wear good intentionswhat's plan B for mice and menwhen your best laid plans have shit the bed?we'll survive on the lies we're fedbecause you can't eat promiseswill we even live to see the end?posters and peeling paintthe walls, the floors they all seem the sameany difference feels insignificantwill we even live to see the end?it's an arrangement that tends to disappointwe're not mis-informed we just miss the pointthe silence grows, turn on the stereoanything to break the tension
From Letras Mania