acoustic
folk
folk punk
Lyrics
a standard of living has it's true beginings,
a textbook, a right hook, a prize.
the sound ain't a home if it's not the right tone
to put you at ease at the hardest of times.
yeah it means hope to those millions who cope
with catchy demeanors and a whole 'lotta theatre.
god, i really do feel sorry that i'm one of them.
no, i cannot relate or relay these thoughts,
these crimes against humanity.
just the thought of me
taking more than i deserve;
to actually think that i would have the nerve to stay.
wherever i wanted to stay.
they say that i was the first.
i just wanted to be eternal.
like a light in the sky.
far away.