Maybe Things Aren't So Bad?

Emphatic loss of light.
No brain. No light.

An echo chamber of hollow ends.
No brain. No light.

Warm rage at mindless stares.
No brain. No light.

Blood soaked sun, hope runs, right?
No brain. No light.



Credits
Writer(s): Darren Smallman, Dez Dare
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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