Kill Your Ex. Leave It Blank. Zeneszám

On Sundays you'll go
What is it you're looking for?
One life for a billion
What happened to identity?
It's your routine
Bury your ego, cremate your agenda
Don't call ic, ist or ism tonight. Can it just be you and me?
Oh no, bring me down not.
Oh no, you're brining me down again.
You're fine skin tight