Letras:Funeral For A Friend. Casually Dressed And Deep In Conversation. Novella.

WASTING TIME, it's over and ended
WASTING TIME, we deserve
HOLD THAT LINE, they ask us in safety
Hold that line, when we talk

I can see the headlights and pavements
My legs can't carry me that far
If this distance isn't enough they'll cry
Another river to see you drown

FACELESS LIES, it's easy to speak when
Every word is your own
SELFISH EYES look onward in protest as we
Tear down their disguise

Your days were golden while
We bled...