Texty:
New Bruises

Woke in Dublin, the alarm was broken, hit the ground running I said fuck that radio Shoes untied, missed the cheap bus ride, but at least we tried I

I went to this place I used to know The kid of place you had to go And know you are trying to hide you face there I don't know why, I don't care That

Stop and think who will profit The motive for those who bought this See who advances further in the end All the lies that they tell us Hollow promises

Hand to mouth now this is the situation Just a paycheck away from mass annihilation We are not just afraid We keep working and we keep trying This corruption

I need to get my shit together Just one more night of fucking off Fight or flight, my hands are bleeding Introspection turned inside out All signs

It was a train wreck in slow motion But at least I know we tried Andrew said I fucked up (But) I'm getting on with my life Long-winded explanations

Over passing out And still things never change A stack of personal, character flaws That currently remain Pushed to the limit Just to wait for this to

So you think that we've go problems Take a look around it's not just us People step on each other to get ahead And work for wages that can not keep us

Accept It There's something wrong Pathetic That value is defined by what we have Not how hard we will try Do we slave for material gain? Are our morals