Mark Has Bedroom Eyes

god damn this feeling

i feel i'm right and the world is fucked up

and prey for me cause calling my name won't find me

a follower follows cause he can't see where he's going

our lungs are black our hearts are gold

i;m sorry stranger but my hearts not sold

hope is over the hill

if i could find an explanation you know i'd throw it in your face

a formal demonstration, to put you in your place

i tried to see what you see

but it all came back to me

i can see but i can't believe

i can see but i can't believe the thought of being wrong

it's how i am

lord knows i'm trying, we'll make our own way home

i can see but i can't believe

our lungs are black

our hearts are gold

hope is over the hill