Bad Company - Panic Lift

Silently, we ride.

So silently, we rot away.

Is it a payment for my sins?

Or is it all a lie?

Is it ever worth the moments that we let die away.

We keep bad company.

We keep bad company.

What is left?

What is my motive today?

Will I need it tomorrow?

Will I need it tomorrow?

I must confess,

will I remember tomorrow?

I must confess to you,

will I need it tomorrow?

We keep bad company.

We keep bad company.

They’re trying to take me away.