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