Sour (feat. Armors)

Slow it down Where's the fun in knowing everything? What's the point in knowing anyone? What's the point of feeling anything at all? What's the point of being anyone? I'm drinking violence out of a glass of malaise I'm eating silence out of the sound of your name I'll do my own dance when I'm alone and afraid My uncle Steve said maybe I should fight through the pain Sour the taste of an electric life covering over all the emptiness Running in place here in paradise Nothing is real until it hurts my chest Sour the taste of an electric life covering over all the emptiness Running in place here in paradise Nothing is real until it hurts my chest Slow it down Where's the fun in knowing everything? What's the point in knowing anyone? What's the point of feeling anything at all? What's the point of being anyone? I'm speaking quiet 'cause I've got nothing to say I hear the sirens, follow them to my grave A glass of silence like drinking tears in the rain I'm just a lost cause, so you don't care if I stay Sour the taste of an electric life covering over all the emptiness Running in place here in paradise Nothing is real until it hurts my chest Sour the taste of an electric life covering over all the emptiness Running in place here in paradise Nothing is real until it hurts my chest Slow it down There's something gritty in the afterglow It's kind of perfect how you never know I saw the future in New Mexico So, I never looked back