It started when we were little kids Free spirits but already tormented by our own hands Given to us by our parents, we got together And wrote on desks and slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains And slipped through whatever cracks we can find minds altered We didn't falter in portraying hysterical and tragic characters In a smog filled universe
And everything experimental 'till death was upon us In our face, mortality and lots of things seemed futile then
But love and music can save us and did
While the giant grey monster grew more poisoned and volatile around us Jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around Nothing is the same so we keep moving We keep moving
