Conformity (Thom Artway)

It's a never ending comedy And ere this reaches the end I end up as a hanged man, choking on your scent Some say that true love never dies Even if you find another Sooner or later We find out this game is over It's the conformity, the custom of mine, to settle things and feel just fine Although my insides burn, my insides burn Is this real, am I really that sick or am I just a wreck Well hello again, we're… we're just friends Like a family, like foes again, I'm full of silent violence The untold anger, untold love It's the conformity, the custom of mine, to settle things and feel just fine Although my insides burn, my insides burn Is this real, am I really that sick or am I just a wreck Well hello again, we're… we're just friends Like a family, like foes again, I'm full of silent violence The untold anger, untold love