Tekst:
Fake Problems White Lies

Let the soft sound echo through Every single living room After such a boring year, We deserve something new. But oh my, my mind is feeding me white lies

Rice/P. Hyrka) in the harsh light of reality we wear our shades or we close our eyes trip over our morality pick up ourselves with our little white lies

commercial thugs Sands through the hourglass, showers blast We bust dragons, kidnapping Bush Throw him off a building, land in front of children Every afternoon at three I strangle white