Texty: Lostalone. AWOL Sunkissed.

Fed up with existing with a bleak outlook on life
You crave something better
Turn to god turn your back now you?re facing the floor
Oh taste the pressure
Try to focus bit your eyes are dictated by all the rules of karma
The lights are on but there?s no one here at home
So the world is lying to you the world is liable
Awol sunkissed open midriff
Sunken heart strung letting go and holding on
Empty codes and broken bones
Symptoms of a strangled mind same chase forever
Heal the habits role the credits for the final time
Oh taste the pleasure
Light your feelings flame your know choose cheap asylum
Don?t pass through life with the blinkers on
Show the world is lying to you the world is liable
Fed up with existence as a symptom of our time
So the world is lying to you