every sky is gray, it stains of yesterday

shy and silent, sweet but violent
hope you remember everything thats said
about this place going down for sure
bout people paying to get laid

the dreams dont seem so far
when we edit who we are
although the sky is blue
its not for me and you

there's a place in my mind
where girls like you are the kind
who made me the parent of a flood
of children running on black market blood

so why should i trust you
when you're starting to kill me now
it's starting to get so cold,

old.