Lyrics

Death Pages wet In a scent Colors left Survive the wreck What a mess What a gorgeous mess Now holidays Are everyday Saint patrick's day To halloween I spend most my time pretending Dreaming Drinking Mostly thinking Sense to be made Sense to be felt Tense to confusion I feel how I live I feel inempt My band will tour Keep looking forward The thing to do is to do The only thing I can do The one thing I will do Cause in a scent In a sense Innocence Is a boring death Boring people boring people Smells like death