Broken Art for Expensive Hearts

I am not blind, we're not receiving anything
Make me dream, then throw me down
Another country, another fucking liar
What was the goal anyway, barbecues and beer?
Where's the fucking box? It's more than a fucking hobby
It's more than pretty girls on a fucking fake screen
There's no cool people here, there's nothing good
Your beat is dirty like every faces in your city

It's about friends, it's about living, it's about love
Spit in my face, I'll laugh
One more party with dumb fuckers and tasteless tears
One more night of wondering what the fuck we're doing here
Just give me something to drink, we'll steal some food
Let's be wasted. Let's fucking piss on expensive cars
Burn the bridge, no more bills, let's feel powerful
Let's feel true, you radiate, then hesitate
Let's feel true, you radiate, it sounds like shit

Fuck your face
Fuck your face
Fuck your face
Fuck your face

Fuck your face, no tragedy, it's way too big
You fucking fake, no tragedy, it's way too big