Songtexte:
O Pioneers Black Mambas

I'm fucking sick to death with the state of these affairs Romance and politics I'm just done with them! Music and life no longer hand and hand anymore

And I hope this is everything You've ever wanted it to be When you are nailed to a cross, And sold out by your best friends If your not and your words

Remember When It Meant Something! Everything just fell into place Surrounded by the action Stuck in the moment. Oh the moment It just feels like the

We build walls, We build castles I'll pick up the slack I've done it for so many before I'm not a martyr No, I'm not saying that at all But what are

I feel no connection I guess everyone is right It's no longer about the art It's about attitude, clothes and tattoos And we got plenty, we can fake it