Текст песни Tri-State Era — Bad Sense

There's really nothing to be proud of
between bad sense and circumstances
and how we fumble the two (separating the truth)
before we run out of light to move

There are nights where I die only to shoot back to life
granting the voice in my head and how it always ends up right

I'll speak clearly so you wont misunderstand me
you're not understanding
as church bells sing and fall back asleep
I cry wolf and you're always

So take a snapshot or portrait framed for the world to see
it would show the rift between you and me
hidden from your way of life
things that cant be caught with the plain eye
it would shine light on the truth
that we're both dead and alive at the same time

I've come to terms with how we lose so effortlessly
on the path that haunts my reality
diving from tragedy to tragedy

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