If you don't know me I'm the plague, gas masks on breathing shit in
Into your lungs, not long til your done, gun to your head soon the whole world will
Be gone. Gone to the ground, soon I'll be lost, forgotten, memories will be profound
That's fine though, not like anything will matter anymore to anyone
I'm left here breathing memories of my past into the future
I'm left here breathing memories of my past into the future
It doesn't matter what anything here means
Soon it'll be down like memories
Why doesn't anybody care?
Is it the difference in my hair?
Why does everybody think they are so f*cking brilliant?
But little do they know they are less resilient
It doesn't matter what anything here means
Soon it'll be down like memories