bad religion
all fantastic images
england seemed like such a beautiful place from afar until one day i went and saw how miserabely how things really are all fantastic images they only are apparent propagated just by hope and desire to share it beauty was the allure that brought me close to you loneliness was the bond that made me stick like glue all fantastic images they only are apparent promoted by desperate hope that things are somewhere better i don't have a thing against fantasy but to chase it down just don't make sense to me if you're only hope is simply peace and love you end up discarding most of what you're made of all fantastic images they only are apparent promoted by desperate hope and the need to share it