Sugar Army
Acute
His aim was sharper than his lover's acute sense of judgementWhere have the days gone?Today he frowned on his disfigurement despite its beautyWhere have the days gone?Today he found himself weighing his passion with his paychecksOh how insaneWe're all the sameWe are all the same, we are, we are all the same, we are.He's only got himself to blameThe passion remains but the intention's changedAnd what makes him so confident is to know full well all the consequences.His aim was sharper than his lover's acute sense of judgementWhere have the days gone?Everybody works to fill a sheet that says we scored,Everybody knows the truth that nothing gets produced.We are all the same, we are. we are all the same, we are.He's only got himself to blameThe passion remains but the intention's changedAnd what makes him so confident is to know full well all the consequences.
From Letras Mania