Decontrol

This is a final sign
Of what we cannot take
You forced a bitter end
To this story
The walls are closing down
To this place we live
So say your last goodbyes
But not to me cause…

This seperation will explode
A starry sea, awakening
A fascination with this
Old style sense of right and wrong…
What’s wrong with me?
It’s hard to speak when
It’s all about the way we hold a
Gun at our own mouths

A fatal blinding sight
It’s the price I pay
For looking through the sun
For a change
The walls are closing down
And eventually
We say our last goodbyes
We see…

This seperation will explode
A starry sea, awakening
A fascination with this
Old style sense of right and wrong…
(Right and wrong!)
What’s wrong with me?
It’s hard to speak when
It’s all about the way we hold a
Gun at our own mouths

This seperation will explode
A starry sea, awakening
A fascination with this
Old style sense of right and wrong…
(Right and wrong!)
What’s wrong with me?
It’s hard to speak when
It’s all about the way we hold a
Gun at our own mouths

In our own mouths
We hold a gun
In our own mouths
When we hold a gun
In our own mouths
When we hold a gun
In our own mouths