Rough Draft (An Explanation)

Where do you go when everything you know is wrong,
if you know anything at all?
Tomorrow always starts so bright before it fades and
all the empty faces, they all turn again.
When the lights are off, we're all just dead again.
Kill the lights, kill the pain, kill the lights, kill the pain.



Credits
Writer(s): Bart Mullis, Christopher Chase, Elijah Horner, Isaac Fratini, Joel Adams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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