Time of Our Lives
The time of our lives
As people we shine
And the sun will never rise again
Washin' my
Dirty linens
Penicillin that be in 'em
Dried acrylic mono chromatics
And badly, woven tactics
Hard battles won
But we lost ground son
Now we back at one
In these homely trenches
With foul stenches, we fight
For inches near something
To hold onto but
I've been fighting for so long
I dunno where to go onto
A clung hard to someone
Who could to tell me better than no one
Who i was and where i came from
What i knew and if the sky
Was really blue
The river flows yet no one knows
Where it goes
The time of our Lives
As people we Shine
And the Sun will never Rise
Again
Shitty days make for some
Shitty nights the blackest lights
The saddest sights
Sad memories still seein' em vividly
Wickedly the sky's so empty
Not a drop of cloud hoping to come down
In the form of liquid admiration
Rain cleansing my blasphemy passively
Passionately kissing
Fertile ground and its apple seeds
Reality, ain't nothin to me
Nothin more than some fallacy
My calloused feet become jaggedy
Head more raggedy
No song speak tragedy
Without a tiny little shimmer of hope
Oh wait, there it goes
The time of our lives
As people we shine
And the sun will never Rise
Again
The World is made of paper it's a paper bag jar
Got two eyes that are fulla demons and it's
Heavy on my soul
As people we shine
And the sun will never rise again
Washin' my
Dirty linens
Penicillin that be in 'em
Dried acrylic mono chromatics
And badly, woven tactics
Hard battles won
But we lost ground son
Now we back at one
In these homely trenches
With foul stenches, we fight
For inches near something
To hold onto but
I've been fighting for so long
I dunno where to go onto
A clung hard to someone
Who could to tell me better than no one
Who i was and where i came from
What i knew and if the sky
Was really blue
The river flows yet no one knows
Where it goes
The time of our Lives
As people we Shine
And the Sun will never Rise
Again
Shitty days make for some
Shitty nights the blackest lights
The saddest sights
Sad memories still seein' em vividly
Wickedly the sky's so empty
Not a drop of cloud hoping to come down
In the form of liquid admiration
Rain cleansing my blasphemy passively
Passionately kissing
Fertile ground and its apple seeds
Reality, ain't nothin to me
Nothin more than some fallacy
My calloused feet become jaggedy
Head more raggedy
No song speak tragedy
Without a tiny little shimmer of hope
Oh wait, there it goes
The time of our lives
As people we shine
And the sun will never Rise
Again
The World is made of paper it's a paper bag jar
Got two eyes that are fulla demons and it's
Heavy on my soul
Credits
Writer(s): Lukasz Gottwald, Armando Christian Perez, Henry Russell Walter, Stepan Taft, Shaffer Smith, Al Burna
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