Untitled - Bombshell Rocks

I don’t recognize this place

This ever growing hatred

We drag ourselves down

There’s a bad moon on the rise

We drag ourselves down

Now who’s bound to pay the price

Truth hurts we stick to lies

It seems like we have a way of keeping ourselves down

And no one’s looking forward

Everybody wants the crown

It seems like we have a way of keeping ourselves down

We’re spitting in the wind

And everything comes around

And there’s no lesson learned

We keep on getting burned

We drag ourselves down

We keep digging our own grave

And we just turn away

It’s just like yesterday