Dreams are useless Their lips mock me Their eyes judge me There is no place to hide
There is nothing left No fight to fight No battle to win It boils down to my own self
Violence intrigues me Peace is safe Peace is warm The violence inside explodes
Action seeps into my being Passivity fails me Apathy humiliates me Response demands me to take the cup
Places that don't look like they're a ~2 hour drive apart... but are
Maybe the cheese curds we're sharing Are sweating a bit because, like my hands They're filled with nervous excitement At the thought of you holding them
natalie voglmayr
studio version of bohemian rhapsody cover by panic! at the disco.