We party hard ‘till the morning
We’ll party hard once again
And again and again, ignoring
That you can barely stand
Phillip Kuatch
An emptyness you can’t fulfill
A rage inside that makes you ill
So many stories
Not many glories
Go on pretending
Go on defending
A life you can’t take
Despite what you can make
And it’s not the end
‘Till it’s the end in fact
Phillip Kuatch
