Mayday - The New Year

Mayday

Mayday

We’ve left our heyday

Searching the coffers

For empty offers

I don’t know why

You trust the sky

You must like your lies from blue eyes

Vacate

Vacate

You’ll never placate

These men who train

To train their sights

And close their eyes

We may not know what

It takes to make a good life

Guided by the gods to whom you sacrifice

All the good things in your life

But we don’t want to know what

It takes to make a good life

Guided by the gods to whom you sacrifice

All the good things in your life