The Rising Sun

STD's aren't meant to be spread
Like butter on my toast, baby, butter my toast
And hurt isn't meant to be our bestfriend
Life's a real bad joke, babe, a real bad joke


The world's a filthy hole in the wall
And we're the junkies riding our high into oblivion.
Rock out 'til the cops come and don't look back,
Run 'til you can dance with the rising sun.


Break the lenses of your glasses, see reality with new eyes.
The sky is green, the water's pink, and all the trees are blue.
Don't trust anyone, everything we know is a lie
We're all puppets dancing to the tune of the government's flute.


There is no world, there is no home, there is no life, there is no truth.
Let's shut our ears and close our eyes, let our uncensored minds run.
I grab your hand one last time to remember the only real thing is you,
I'll set you free, listen to the beat, my heartbeats bum-dum-dun.


I'll set you free,
Listen to the beat
Of your pounding feet
Against clouds as you run.


Run, run, run.
Run 'til you can dance with the rising sun.
Don't look back no matter what, we'll meet again, i promise you.
Some future day
So far away
As we dance with the rising sun.


-MissAsha<3