Letras:
Monta The Brilliant Masses

s black and it?s greasy Am i supposed to act am i supposed to act The cast consists of family everyone?s a friend These are the brilliant masses, blinded

Good morning stranger good morning sun Good morning stranger What have you become Good morning stranger good morning sun Good morning stranger What have

I take a walk and only see what changed I lost the sense to notice what has been replaced The autumn leaves cover up the street The place called home

I don?t see any further reason for running down that hill The bricks are laid like obstacles restocked and ready to fill I give up my ambition to give

The colour you choose has always been black It suits you so well that?s what she said If this enlightment i wish you well You are the tower that stands

s black and it?s greasy Am i supposed to act am i supposed to act The cast consists of family everyone?s a friend These are the brilliant masses, blinded

black and it?s greasy Am i supposed to act am i supposed to act The cast consists of family everyone?s a friend These are the brilliant masses, blinded