WHAT KIND OF MESS

This is the time, where friends would seem to imply
It's the end of days of foolish youth denial
I cannot hide, the time is not mine, too much constant falling in line
Could these stubborn thoughts be reconciled

Who feels the heat, who won't be seen, trotting along the countless dancing feet
They shall convey their protest through the noise
I cannot fight, so this is my crime, if I remain opposed for a while
Is it worth the hassle, worth the time

This is where I stand, reason never change their minds
No silent hints, no angry words
Believe, this is all you'll ever leave behind, this chime tonight

Who fears the night, the endless signs, nobody else can see these things as I
If nothing else remains, they'll steal the end
Lips are sealed tight, still on the outside, I won't agree, won't fall into line,
I'll never see the charms of giving into lies

This is where I stand, reason never change their minds
No silent hints, no angry words
Believe, this is all you'll ever leave behind, this chime tonight

And when we go, who do we see, what kind of mess are we going to leave
I couldn't right my wrongs, I couldn't sing those songs all night, who will make this seem alright

Words and music : Krøll