Soapbox Kids

This Computer Kills

Compositor: This Computer Kills

Instead of growing older, I've just grown cold. I've learned to hate perfection, I've got no goals.

Empty stories of wasted youth and nervous smiles I've mastered melodrama, optimized content.
Breakdown lose control,
I'll close my eyes Reach out for the trigger,
I'll close my eyes Falsify good intentions with half-cocked sighs

Where'd the years go?