Make It Look Good

Happiness is to be solved
Are all my struggles only in vain?
Anyone knows my fate is faint
The devil is melancholy
The man is empty
Makes for stylistic pain
So much to be mad about
So attainable to be a saint

That's the picture
Make it look good
Make it look good
Ah

Uttering dreams for conversation is squandering
Unloading Chekhov's gun
You turn your ammunition into false promises
Try firing them
Ah

The world is impossible
Steer alongside faith
Forget your juvenile independency
Walk your own way
Be scrupulous, be decorous
You can't be cherished by everyone
Be a great one for propriety
Don't mind what they think
Settle down with where you're born
The challenge lies in the unknown

That's the picture
Ah



Credits
Writer(s): Alfred Holm
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