
Quinn Nelson
Love is a lie,
Love is a lie,
To love is to die,
Pain bring me home.
So how does it feel
As the world we know
Finally dies
And left behind?
The world that we know
Is composed of lies
Contained in pure isolation
Of evilness and goodness
In unequal harmony.
Be oneself
Can be so hard
Even in hurt,
Even in pain,
Even in calmness
One does bleed
Their soul leaks onto their sleeves
Leaving everything behind.
So how do you feel
When you look into the eyes
Of your enemy
And wave goodbye?
So how does it feel
On the side of the road
Left there to die?
As the wind blows
One soul,
One’s random thoughts
Can leave an eternal mark
On the face of history.
Love is a lie,
Love is a lie,
To love is to die,
Pain bring me home.
So how does it feel
As the world we know
Finally dies
And left behind?