The Rapture

Long, how long?
Till the temptation goes away.
You fall, to the floor, like it's the rapture, what are you after?
How can we go to the cinema, with all our family?
How can we get to, some kind of common ground?
You're picking on my shirt, I see it never ending; like a villian, you'll always remember.
I see it all too clear, you think it's complicated, but it's not a science, its not a science. ...
You're black, and blue, when you come around.
Cause it's wrong, all wrong.
Cause you got the answers, like you're connected.
How can we go to the cinema, with others near me?
How can we get to, some kind of common ground. ...
You're picking on my shirt, I see it never ending; like a villian, you'll always remember.
I see it all too clear, you think it's complicated, but it's not a science, its not.
You're picking on my shirt, I see it never ending; like a villian, you'll always remember.
I see it all too clear, you think it's complicated, but it's not a science, its not a science.
FIN



Credits
Writer(s): William Albert Iii Roberts, Kyle Edmund Peters, Neil Andrew Lucas, Brian Charles Healey
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