Sour Times
To pretend no one can findThe fallacies of morning roseForbidden fruit, hidden eyesCourtesies that I despise in meTake a ride, take a shot now
'Cause nobody loves meIt's trueNot like you do
Covered by the blind beliefThat fantasies of sinful screensBear the facts, assume the dyeEnd the vows, no need to lie, enjoyTake a ride, take a shot now
'Cause nobody loves meIt's trueNot like you do
Who am I, what and why?'Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterdayOh these sour times
'Cause nobody loves meIt's trueNot like you do
After time the bitter tasteOf innocence, decent or raceScattered seeds, buried livesMysteries of our disguise revolveCircumstance will decide...
'Cause nobody loves meIt's trueNot like you do
'Cause nobody loves meIt's trueNot like youNobody loves... meIt's trueNot, like, you... do