Sour Times

The Blank Theory

To pretend no one can find
 The fallacies of morning rose
 Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
 Courtesies that I despise in, mmm
 Take a ride, take a shot now

 Cause nobody loves me, it's true
 Not like you do

 Covered by the blind belief
 The fantasies of sinful screens
 Bear the facts, assume the dye
 End the vows, no need to lie, enjoy
 Take a ride, take shot now

 Cause nobody loves me, it's true
 Not like you do

 Who... am I, what and why
 Cause all I have left
 Is my memories of yesterday
 Oh... these sour times

 Nobody loves me, it's true
 Not like you do

 After time, the bitter taste
 Of innocence, descent or race
 Scattered seed, buried lives
 Mysteries of our disguise revolve
 Circumstance will decide

 Cause nobody loves me, it's true
 Not like you do
 Nobody loves me, it's true
 Not like you do