The Blank Theory Sour Times
To pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
Courtesies that I despise in, mmm
Take a ride, take a shot now
Cause nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Covered by the blind belief
The fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye
End the vows, no need to lie, enjoy
Take a ride, take shot now
Cause nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Who... am I, what and why
Cause all I have left
Is my memories of yesterday
Oh... these sour times
Nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
After time, the bitter taste
Of innocence, descent or race
Scattered seed, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide
Cause nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do