Before We Are - The Prids

All your designs

Go perfect in my hell

The tears just seem to say

Forget there’s something before now

And we can go on this way

Despite the hurting

Just keep it turning

'Til we’ve mastered

The scream and cry

Here comes the nothing

Here come the flies

And rays of significance

Can’t decide between

The grey or red

The smiles are all implied

A difference in what is meant and said

And a joke if they just died

With chances to love you

Get used to «it's not true»

Identical ring to the big lies

Here comes the nothing

Here come the flies

And waves of indifference

We are cut down

Before we are…