Strange Notes - Strung Out

Our heroes are insane

Stranger to the times

Nothing here is ever what it seems

Close your pretty eyes

Wipe away that grin

The battle for your soul will soon ignite

And we’re gunna blast this shit all night

Gimme gimme gimme gimme more

We gunna pick our shit up off the floor

And set these old ways of ours to rest

Breath in breath out hold it in

There’s more to this than we’ll ever win

The answers in the wind we are devout

To every drop of blood that we bleed out

Here where the names are everything we own

I can do without

I’d rather die a broken man

At the place I took a stand

I’d rather go insane fighting for this love

If all is tragedy then what will come will be

We are strangers no more

We write confessions on the walls

There’s more to this than we’ll ever win

We speak in lies in secret protocols

Breathe in breathe out hold it in

Show me where the hell you been

Cuz I’d really like to know

Here the names are all the same

And all we ever got is blame

Show me show me

I don’t wanna die knowing what I left behind

Wasn’t something worth the stand

Stranger are the times

As we get left behind

We know nothing here

Is what it seems