F. Song

There’s this satisfying urge to break the enemy
The state, the whole damn world
And burn those advertisements sewn across the
Interstates of northern California
Just when you try to indulge yourself in simple pleasures
You stumble on a thorn
Mixed information hits you from every corner
With nowhere to run, and it hurts
And over time you learn to let it go
Now that you’re so refined, you can’t escape the truth
Escape the truth
And it all comes down to lay on the line
Does it all come down to faith and love in time?
Does it satisfying an urge to break the enemy
The state, the whole damn world?
And burn those advertisements sewn across the
Interstates of northern California, and it hurts
And over time you learn to let it go
Now that you’re so refined, you can’t escape the truth
Escape the truth
And it all comes down to lay on the line
Does it all come down to faith and love in time?