Chicago Overcoat - American Standards

We were not meant for this world

We’re instilled with sadness

Equipped with inherent disease

And inevitable loneliness

We were not meant for this world

Our minds are wanders

Chasing what we can’t have

Regretting what we don’t chance

But the pain doesn’t leave when we cease to exist

Hard times are coming, hard times

It’s inherited by the ones we leave behind

Hard times are coming, hard times

We were not meant for this world

We live distracted

Caught in our past mistakes

And unpromised future

We were not meant for this world

And the constant struggle

Caught in the circumstance

A choice we never had

But the pain doesn’t leave when we cease to exist

Hard times are coming, hard times

It’s inherited by the ones we leave behind

Hard times are coming, hard times

We carve our path through trails of failure

But the pain doesn’t leave when we cease to exist

Hard times are coming, hard times

It’s inherited by the ones we leave behind

Hard times are coming, hard times