Van Buren-Spitalfield

the day after independance day theres no laughter and nothing left to say we all fall back to our padded lies our hearts turn black heres to the dollar signs either way we will all fall down the beating heart is the only sound close our eyes as we hit the ground and wake up blinded [x2] we're all burnt out from working overtime from eating pills that control our state of mind we drink ourselves to asleep just to forget the day we medicate again just to stay awake are we living just to die or are we just dieing to live either way we will all fall down the beating heart is the only sound close our eyes as we hit the ground and wake up blinded [x2]