Tekst:
Far Less A Toast To Bad Taste

know you've got a million questions I think the devil's got a hold of you, oh no I know you've got a million questions I know the devil's got bad news

When you dream about a new style You think about a new life You have to walk a thin line I'm a lightning rod for failure Watching karma playing favorites

in to that same, safe new feeling Isn't the sunrise a miracle in disguise? An affirmation of love for our eyes I can't be patient I might be here a

what you don't know can hurt you lines are drawn in, lines are crossed out no one will love you I have words: love is equality, not conquest, not a

see it's coming but you can't look past it You know it's useless but you keep on asking So take the time and take the life I've been given I need a

Honestly when I feel good The planets seem aligned The moon sits upon high It's a faint blue glow A beautiful snow Like a major motion picture shows

I'd like to purpose, a toast (Thanks to Hope for these lyrics)