Fallout

Dressed as a stranger, the mirror's cracking
My dreams are dying with my smile, laughing
A bullet misplaced, I think It's pretty unfair
Hey fuck your plan B, man I'm going straight A's

It's too easy being a ghost when everything is so loud
When they'd do anything they could to be part of the collage
You're squeezed by the envelope, crushed by the filters
If this is all, I thought it'd be better

A shelter
With freedom
It's impossible

One last stunt 'til the word is out
One last stunt 'til the word is out
One last stunt 'til we're gone
I doubt it'll be better

A shelter
With freedom
It's impossible



Credits
Writer(s): Dionne Marc Antoine
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