There has to be good in here
Have all things gold turned souvenir?
But what was that you said?

All the things we love we hate instead

Last chance as if it could hurt

Too much to be first
The first admit the lie
We are all put here on earth

But what we deserve is to be buried alive

I'm riding on a fence and happy with..

I'm counting on an indifference
But if I had to choose
Well it all looks pretty good to me


Last chance as if it could hurt
Too much to be first

The first admit the lie
We are all put here on earth
So we could be first

The first to be in the sky

Last chance as if it could hurt

Too much to be first
The first admit the lie
We are all put here on earth

So we could be first
The first to float up