the time of our lives as people we shine and the sun will never rise again washin my dirty linens penicillin that be in em dried acrylic mono chromatics and badly woven tactics hard battles won but we lost ground son now we back at one in these homely trenches with foul stenches we fight for inches near something to hold onto but i ve been fighting for so long i dunno where to go onto a clung hard to someone who could to tell me better than no one who i was and where i came from what i knew and if the sky was really blue the river flows yet no one knows where it goes the time of our lives as people we shine and the sun will never rise again shitty days make for some shitty nights the blackest lights the saddest sights sad memories still seein em vividly wickedly the sky s so empty not a drop of cloud hoping to come down in the form of liquid admiration rain cleansing my blasphemy passively passionately kissing fertile ground and its apple seeds reality ain t nothin to me nothin more than some fallacy my calloused feet become jaggedy head more raggedy no song speak tragedy without a tiny little shimmer of hope oh wait there it goes the time of our lives as people we shine and the sun will never rise again the world is made of paper it s a paper bag jar got two eyes that are fulla demons and it s heavy on my soul