Lyrics Thom Artway

Thom Artway

Conformity

It's a never ending comedy

And ere this reaches the end

I end up as a hanged man, choking on your scent

Some say that true love never dies

Even if you find another

Sooner or later

We find out this game is over

It's the conformity, the custom of mine, to settle things and feel just fine

Although my insides burn, my insides burn

Is this real, am I really that sick or am I just a wreck

Well hello again, we're… we're just friends

Like a family, like foes again, I'm full of silent violence

The untold anger, untold love

It's the conformity, the custom of mine, to settle things and feel just fine

Although my insides burn, my insides burn

Is this real, am I really that sick or am I just a wreck

Well hello again, we're… we're just friends

Like a family, like foes again, I'm full of silent violence

The untold anger, untold love