Birth Of The Teen-Age Violent Soho

The valley is empty
The crying has ended
Television screen's on high
The phonies killed another night
This breathing's irritating
No sunlight, no cravings
Love will never be the same
Its truth, youth or lame ideas
People don't like to hurt
People scrape at the earth
They just feel no age
Idiots in my mind
Idiots talk at night
I'll just sit and wait
I know it will be okay
I know it will be okay
The ghost that kept watching
The siblings were waiting
I could never understand
Love is fake. I'll kill I swear
People don't like to hurt
People scrape at the earth
They just feel no age
Idiots in my mind
Idiots talk at night
I'll just sit and wait
I know it will be okay
I belong