We live in a
generation
Consumed by
our pleasures and
distracted by
our faults.
x our x
drugs x control
x our x
life x
and our
decisions control the high ;
;
w e
c r y r i v e r
s o f b l a c k
in m o m e n t s
o f p a i n
,
forgetting
[x] the [x] days [x] of
[x] pleasure.
the
stereo blasts,
the music plays.
We continue
on and forget
a time
-x- where -x- love -x-
conquered -x- all
-x-
and
rock&roll was life
Because the
guitar doesn’t screech
; ;
AS LOUD
AS IT USED
TO
And
the drums
don’t
bang ;
;
AS
MUCH AS
WE
WANT
Fake
that smile, but when the music
stops
t h e
a v i a t o r s w o n ' t h i d e t h
e p a i n i n y o u r e y e
s f or l o n g
