The Dry Comrades - Intentions


Take those pills, feel the bliss.
When none of complications
leave a taste of piss.

All of this is a mess,
just like the raining dreams
injected in your veins.

R:

The times have come when we deny
the true intentions of our lies.
Left with nothing but our own infected minds.
In this grim reality,
no, not the one you want to see,
there´s no place for people just like me.

All of this is a mess
when you see them take over
and no one cares

Take those pills, feel the bliss
as your brain starts to accept
their evil hiss.

R:

The times have come when we deny
the true intentions of our lies.
Left with nothing but our own infected minds.
In this grim reality,
no, not the one you want to see,
there´s no place for people just like me.

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