An open letter is never been right it's in a format that no longer stands not modern
left to defend an obsolescnece all age age of contempt
give me something to feel give me something to hold on to just hold on to this the tragedy of time the tragedy has come the tragedy now gone the tragedy
open letter that will never be read it's in a format a format state that we all give in. swallow the modern thing the modern time without regret we will a modern love a modern waste without a place without a
give me something to feel give me something to hold on to please, hold on to me
the tragedy we bring the reason we decay the reason we fuck off the reason we are
now I know the truth born obsolete how can I compete...
keeping up your appearances keeping up your appearances keeping up appearances keeping up I can't keep up ....
not modern not modern I'm not no I'm not no I'm not modern
