Letras: Forfeit. Demo '07. Charade.

And I just want to laugh it all away,
the thickest skulls, most well rehearsed charades
I know why your own thoughts never see the light of day
insecurity is what's been leading you astray

I see you work so hard to posess,
the interests of those, you hope to impress
The only thing that seems to matter
is using others as footholds, to climb that social ladder.

"Not every boy thrown to the wolves becomes a hero"
so be grateful that you've been spared,
I never got a fucking sympathy vote
swallowed whole by a world that never fucking cared.

I learned early on to shake my head at tragic flaws