the blank theory
sour times
To pretend no one can find The fallacies of morning rose Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes Courtesies that I despise in, mmm Take a ride, take a shot now  Cause nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do  Covered by the blind belief The fantasies of sinful screens Bear the facts, assume the dye End the vows, no need to lie, enjoy Take a ride, take shot now  Cause nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do  Who, am I, what and why Cause all I have left Is my memories of yesterday Oh, these sour times  Nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do  After time, the bitter taste Of innocence, descent or race Scattered seed, buried lives Mysteries of our disguise revolve Circumstance will decide  Cause nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do Nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do