(R. Rice/P. Hyrka) in the harsh light of reality we wear our shades or we close our eyes trip over our morality pick up ourselves with our little white
Tulkojums: War, ellišķīgs. Skarbu realitāti.
Leave, Stripped Away Our Voice And Underminded Our Beliefs, No Respect Now You Left Us To Lose, Expect A Backbone The Fight We Choose, Reality Is Harsh
