Honey, who found us a made up rock?
Giving into lure without a doubt
One lonely mistake is all we have left
The fight has just begun, no time to go to sleep

In the middle of the night
We search for a reason to break through
Threads of agitation bend forward
Two distant crowds of vapor head our way

So full of dread can't bare another day
The fight has just begun, no time to fall in love

Who do we think we've become?
No sign of life in this hell hole!
In the middle of the night
We search for a reason to die young!
We're not facing all these lies
They have triggered indifference
In a matter of minutes
In a matter of minutes
Who found us a made up rock?

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Writer(s): Teresa Suarez