We, The Sad
Tallah
5:01Toss this ball in your conscience Throw it up, catch it on the way down Who are we to suppress our dreams? I set them free, I make them be I'll make you bleed Whether through death or a fine-toothed comb Brush it back, brush it through the thoughts you've chosen Trillions of people chucked their brains in a casket Call it a tragedy Is there anybody home inside? Is there anybody home inside this head of mine? Christ, where do we even begin?