Letras: 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
Take a ride, take a shot now

'Cause nobody loves me, it is 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