Everlone

Life has teeth and bites the feeding open hand
You wanna be in a band?
I got the feeling, I got too much, too soon, too fucked up, I don't know
I got to get to the show
Well, what have I got to do?
What have I got to do to get through to you?
Well, what have I got to do?
What have I got to do to get next to you?
Like a telephone call would do
Fuck it
Everlone
Everlone
A thousand fake heroes appear at the throne
Of everlone
Into the great unknown
Leaving it all to fade for a while
'Til the fire in my eyes passes by
When ideas run out, any fool can make a fist
I got the will to resist
I got the power of one, the fear of none, the arms to judge a man
I bet you don't understand
Well, what have I got to do?
What have I got to do to get through to you?
Well, what have I got to do?
What have I got to do to get next to you?
Like a telephone call would do
Fuck it
Everlone
Everlone
A thousand fake heroes appear at the throne
Of everlone
Into the great unknown
Leaving it all to fade for a while
'Til the fire in my eyes passes by
Passes by
Like a train, like the strangers all around
Passes by
Like a pain, like the only friend I've found
But if you mix self-confidence with some common sense
Maybe then you'll realise you touch me never, never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever
Everlone
Everlone
A thousand fake heroes appear at the throne
Of everlone
Into the great unknown
Leaving it all to fade for a while
'Til the fire in my eyes passes by