Lyrics

Death and ambition go hand in hand Love is but a castle in the sand Reshape and anxious tampered brain Find a faith inside cocaïne You're not the problem, not at fault You're lips make sugar taste like salt Dire niceties forlorn Another tragedy is born is born To be felt Nothing helps To be half asleep and half awake all the time To be felt Floating on an atmosphere To the plain of the calm mere It all starts and none succeed Intermittent conflicts all will bleed Fought the fear of disturbance Aligned mistakes divide remains You're the rash of all concerned Frontier forces are reinforcing The stage is set and none foresee That all will be drastically curtailed You might also like To be felt Nothing helps To be half asleep and half awake all the time To be felt Floating on an atmosphere To the plain of the calm mere To be felt Nothing helps To be half asleep and half awake all the time To be felt Floating on an atmosphere To the plain of the calm mere
Writer(s): Andrew George Gould Buss, Leith Augustus Ambrose Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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