empty lungs

Mad as a hatter

i fight whats left

of sanitys matter

we judge and sing

a song

the past that belongs belong to us

no fuss

no game

you might as well say we just stay

for the fame, ends of past days

im not thinking straight

you right, me wrong

left and back

how can i tell you

what to say

you dont know

neither

me nor you

have a good day.