We still have legs

Thus we're faced
Self-opposed ..
Of expectations

Something about the process
of bleeding blood ..
Making up a method
Holding on

Carry on
Crooked corpse
Carry on
Stupid cunts

We still have our arms
We still have our legs
We still have our hearts
We still have our brains

We still have our lust
To want more than we've got
We still have our doubts
That it all won't work out

We never knew what we were
Until we wanted to be such sad facts so says we lost our faith

We know the world is crooked
But we must make good
Carry on you crooked cunts
Carry on you crooked cunts