Rain arrives
Changing tides
So we become churning water
Cleansing, angry seas
All your love falls
All your love falls off
All your love falls
All your love falls off
Hypochondriac
Getting friendly with the devil on his back
I'm still afraid to ask all the rich boys
Where's my soul
Stuck in the trap
Feeling down, layed out on the mat
Overreact
Gun off the rack
Last chance and you can't get it back
Objectify that
Welcome to chat
This is the chant
This is where good things get shot in the back of the neck
Finger guns to your head
Real life feels real nice 'til somebody ends up dead
So instead
So instead lets just pretend
So instead lets just pretend
So instead lets just pretend
So instead we'll just pretend
So instead we'll just pretend
All your love falls
All your love falls off
All your love falls
All your love falls off
All your love falls
All your love falls off
All your love falls
All your love falls off