Tekstovi: Ours. Distorted Lullabies. Sometimes.

Pressure fried the coldest head
Bent to the side wishing he was dead
And I would still defend
I would still defend

I give up on it all
I give up on the greed
I give up on the ones
Who give up on me

Held up by the poor somewhere
They're unaware
But I know we are scared
If I was to give in
The fight would soon begin

So I'll give up on it all
I 'll give up on the greed
I'll give up on the world
If they give up on me

Sometimes
Sun shines
Sun shine
Sometimes
The sun shines
Sun shine

Did you give up on it all?
Did you give up on the greed?
Did you give up on the world?
Did you give up on me?