those 90's sluts and pick-up trucks
doesn't wear off
i still wear them as my badge
my sympathy
is not enough

invisible streets
abused nation
see the sun with my eyes shut
insted of flags we rise ambition
smile to open a clean cut

seasons make change
on watches
mirrors crumbeling for glass
we make knives made out of mirrors
we were only made to last

we'r all blood and we'r all brothers
we are one