Porcelain Hours

Pin-Up Went Down

Every piece of 
This cold truth 
Knowing all 
From shit to shit 
Knowing nothing at all 
Fear of the light 
Fear of the lies 
The truth 
Around 
I'd rather be blind 
I'd rather seize that porcelain hours 
But I know 

Fear of the light as you're seeking deep 
Fear of the ground as you're loosing it 
Wake up wake up 
What you seek indeed 
Every piece of cold truth is a grave to remind 

Every piece of 
This cold truth 
Knowing all 
From shit to shit 
I'd rather be blind 
Never know nothing at all 
Fear of the light as you're seeking deep 
Fear of the ground as you're loosing it 
Wake up wake up 
What you seek indeed 
Is a grave to remind