we are the reckless,
that one will die before he gets there
we are the wild youth.
chasing visions of our futures,
one day we'll reveal the truth
and if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones,
'cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
we're setting fire to our insides for fun,
collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home,
it was a flood that wrecked this.
/Daughter - Youth/
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