Letra de Tundra/Desert
Every sick fickle fucker Childhood's what makes you 'Till they treat ya like tundra Weigh those opinions more like air than leadEvery planned occupation Surefire disappointment up ahead Till they treat ya like desert See mirages of friendship, face turns redHere's the soon-to-be anchor Build bridges to nothing, you'll get nowhere Every governor's mother knows That their bread is buttered by SamAnd what about science? They find proof and let you make your own decisionsEvery child star wonders If they have a future up ahead Every kind-hearted banker I don't think there is oneEvery winning opinion I wish I had one Every winning opinion I wish I had oneStand on platforms in water Filling jars full of silence, you'll get nowhere