Drained
Drained and bleeding on the pavement
Patch it up - a simple fix
A new form of entertainment
Cruel and ruthless politics
Drained, misused and then forgotten
Endings bring no real joy
Values hitting the rock bottom
Bring the horse out to this Troy
We got numb
But sometimes we still feel
Yes, sometimes we still do
Crying our eyes out without a reason
Drained
Allegorically chained
To the poles of our shame
Our statues perfectLy chiseled
Dead
Or perhaps we're alive
Fighting still to survive
Always swimming against the current
Drained
Reputations got stained
Cutting through our veins
Paradoxes of a predetermined
Fate
We got drained...
This syringe it has all answers
Just one shot to open doors
We allow no second chances
All is fair in love and war
Drained and bleeding on the bed sheets
It's your mess so clean it up
Riots starting in the backstreets
A tempest in a coffee cup
We got numb
But sometimes we still feel
Yes, sometimes we still do
Crying our eyes out without a reason
Drained
Allegorically chained
To the poles of our shame
Our statues perfectLy chiseled
Dead
Or perhaps we're alive
Fighting still to survive
Always swimming against the current
Drained
Reputations got stained
Cutting through our veins
Paradoxes of a predetermined
Fate
We got drained...
Patch it up - a simple fix
A new form of entertainment
Cruel and ruthless politics
Drained, misused and then forgotten
Endings bring no real joy
Values hitting the rock bottom
Bring the horse out to this Troy
We got numb
But sometimes we still feel
Yes, sometimes we still do
Crying our eyes out without a reason
Drained
Allegorically chained
To the poles of our shame
Our statues perfectLy chiseled
Dead
Or perhaps we're alive
Fighting still to survive
Always swimming against the current
Drained
Reputations got stained
Cutting through our veins
Paradoxes of a predetermined
Fate
We got drained...
This syringe it has all answers
Just one shot to open doors
We allow no second chances
All is fair in love and war
Drained and bleeding on the bed sheets
It's your mess so clean it up
Riots starting in the backstreets
A tempest in a coffee cup
We got numb
But sometimes we still feel
Yes, sometimes we still do
Crying our eyes out without a reason
Drained
Allegorically chained
To the poles of our shame
Our statues perfectLy chiseled
Dead
Or perhaps we're alive
Fighting still to survive
Always swimming against the current
Drained
Reputations got stained
Cutting through our veins
Paradoxes of a predetermined
Fate
We got drained...
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Writer(s): Anna Leon
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