Peroxide -

this morning’s drier than ever

you put your shoes on, part your hair to the right

to the left your country made you all part alike yesterday

times changed you see the party has lied

the sky has never turned red

but its not

what you thought

what it used to be either

need a little boost in a little glass

no toast no fuss

two mates from the estates

waiting outside below zero and fever

whos gone

who stole the sun who sold his soul in the search of a masterplan…

if only heavens made of peroxide i wouldnt then need any other lies imagine

mirrors from the other side open up open up come out and hide…