DUCK-TAPED MEMORIES
are you still waiting for the golden days so bright and alive but the shit piled up high count your trophys and climb as high in a world that spits you out in a world that rots away you're just a waste of breath the night is young and there's blood enough for all you suckers try to block my sun away I've set my sun to cool but I hold on I'll carry on I'v e looked around in this dirty town and il I see are duct-taped memories but I hold on I'll carry on the night is young and there's blood enough for all you suckers try to block my sun away I've set my sun to cool but I hold on I'll carry on It's getting cold it's getting colder I turn into fucking ICE the night is young and there's blood enough for all you suckers try to block my sun away I've set my sun to cool I'll carry on I'll carry on.