Lirieke:
Brion Riborn Mediocrity Is An Adequate Lover

Pretty girl, some time ago she drank the fire to kill the pain she knew she knew there had to be a better way she said she'd look for it another day

My god, who am i? was asked blazing flames arose their dreams forged your life into something horrible monsters glorify (if i) seem dead victims we are

this way but they?ve broken down they?ve failed to hold but they?re the best thing that I?ve known and now there is no war to play there is no game to

remind us of the moments that we wish we could start and we creep from this dream even though it's just what we need even though this life is over before

I was a lover i was a lover i was a lover 'fore i was a child i was a lover i was a lover i was a lover and i was wild when a tree gives birth a seed

You're such a liar in your white washed clothes turning up your nose to love me like a child with a bruise that grows thinking, i suppose it was me

cuz more is what i need give me more of less my friend i dont need the best my friend give me more of less my friend cuz more is what i need there was