Vārdi: Amen. Death Before Musick. Westwood Fallout.

Why so bad, but we're weeding
It's all falling, from the ceiling
Why come, we're so bored
It's a shame we're so bored?

It's just to let you fallout
It's just a Westwood fallout
It's just to let you fallout
It's just to stay here

I'm a liar, I'm a liar
I'm a liar born to this
I'm a liar, I'm just a liar
I was born to breed with it, crash

We're falling, we're so baited
It's so calming, it's a fear us
We're opposite, there's no attraction
We're so opposite, no reaction

It's just to let you fallout
It's just a Westwood fallout
It's just to let you fallout
It's just to stay here

Crash cash
I'm a liar, I'm a liar
I'm a liar born to this
I'm a liar, I'm just a liar
I was born to breed with it

We spread our open arms
And pray to the God that lives in Las Vegas
We sleep within empty holes
And beat with dogs to feel reborn

To feel bored, just too bored
To be bored, we must be bored
We're bored, we're all just bored
We're bored, deformed

I'm a liar
Just a liar
I'm a liar
I'm just a liar
Liar