Van Buren - Spitalfield

The day after independance day

Theres no laughter

And nothing left to say

We all fall back

To our padded lies

Our hearts turn black

Heres to the dollar signs

Either way we will all fall down

The beating heart is the only sound

Close our eyes as we hit the ground

And wake up blinded

We’re all burnt out

From working overtime

From eating pills that

Control our state of mind

We drink ourselves to asleep

Just to forget the day

We medicate again

Just to stay awake

Are we living just to die

Or are we just dieing to live

Either way we will all fall down

The beating heart is the only sound

Close our eyes as we hit the ground

And wake up blinded