Maestro Of This Rebellious Symphony

Fake Problems


We set our aim on oblivion and we gave up on everyone we said we loved.
We turned in our keys as they turned in their graves,
we are the souls no god can save.

Yeah,
I got rhythm and I got dreams
that move this body across the seas,
relinquish all doubt in the water below me,
I could write my own damn symphony.


Writer/s: Fake Problems