Testo Sick, Sad, Sons

How did I get here
A walk on a poor lit road in a stale year
I saw consequence as a failure
Well, you failed and left me here

And I learned to let things be
When they're falling apart in front of me
We're all sons of sick and mystery There's no history, It's just you and me

Keep me simple
And unplug my head
I want to live
In your innocence

You'll never find what you're looking for
We'll try it all till there is nothing left