S.O.S. - Love, Robot

Selling our souls

We search for a place that

We could call home (I pineapple)

We’re sick of the useless truth

That could explain our wasted youth

Things to put our faith into

Recently carved stone

Look at the carved stone

Wonder what your body lies cold

We fight our own battles

We waited through the strife

Never to falter from the one that is our life

Selling our souls

We search for a place that

We could call home (we could call home)

This is our time now!

S.O.S