Sour Times

To pretend no one can find

The fallacies of morning rose

Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes

Courtesies that I despise in me

Take a ride, take a shot now

'Cause nobody loves me, it's true

Not like you do

Covered by the blind belief

That fantasies of sinful screens

Bear the facts, assume the dye

End the vows no need to lie, enjoy

Take a ride, take a 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

'Cause nobody loves me, it's true

Not like you do

After time the bitter taste

Of innocence, decent or race

Scattered seeds, buried lives

Mysteries of our disguise revolve

Circumstance will decide

'Cause nobody loves me

It's true

Not like you do

'Cause nobody loves me

It's true

Not like you

Nobody loves me

It's true

Not, like you do