Reason To Die Young

Honey, who found us a made up rock?
Giving into lure without a doubt
One lonely mistake is all we have left
The fight has just begun, no time to go to sleep

Who do we think we've become
No sign of life in this hell hole

Threads of agitation bend forward
Two distant crows of vapour head our way
So full of dread can't bare another day
The fight has just begun, no time to fall in love

Who do we think we've become
No sign of life in this hell hole
In the middle of the nights
We search for a reason to die young

We're not facing all these lies
They have triggered indifference
In a matter of minutes

Who found us a made up rock