Big Hit

this squeezed lie is the honest truth
and im bred to die if i piss off the youth
see numbers in hell

(on age its verbatim:
if you survive the early days
you die in a purple haze

and no-one can agree on that
to make me change my mind and stay
we never did too much talking anyway)

Think twice - it's gone to shit

Hay the plough
we did endow
your disavowed
and furrowed brow

but then I fell asleep for to take my rest and it made me sad that
no-one cares - ah, well or at best

for me, i think I'll call this song for me.