Texty: General Fiasco. We are the foolish.

Your talent is god sinned
These pleasure painted walls, forget them
You better wake up, wake up
There's things you need to know
Well, say that your minds made
So go on and be safe
You better wake up wake up
Theres things you need to know

Don't let, don't yeah
Don't let on, don't let on
Cast of, the fallen
Don't let on, don't let on

Though, these eyes are wide there not awake
And though, these arms are tied, they just can't take whats thrown about
What's thrown around this place
Your talent is god sinned

These pleasure painted walls, forget them
You better wake up, wake up
There's things you need to know

Don't let, don't yeah
Don't let on, don't let on
Cast off, the fallen
Don't let on, don't let on

Things are holding you down, there holding me down
Well I don't wanna talk about it
Let's arise and start complaining
Cos it's taking miles, it's taking over taking over
There too old and far too calling but the young are bold
It's all they got, it's all they got
Wait alone and hold back with them

'Cos they all know, they'll try regardless
And we'll get old and they'll get old and we'll get old and
You can too
But don't let, don't yeah
We are the foolish

Cast off, the fallen
We are the foolish
Things are holding me down, there holding you down
Well i don't wanna talk about it