Destry
"Tearing It Apart"

The sounds getting louder
It's green, and yellow, and brown
and on killing creatures
Its not there fault, its not there fault

There's holes in my windows
There's holes in my screens
there ??? ill get too
If only in my dreams


And there tearing it apart
There tearing it apart
I'm covering my eyes
I'm covering my eyes


A fake world with fake people
To help you get through your day
A house full of strangers
Behind there walls, behind there walls

Ears playing tricks
Guitars playing picks
Were rushing and traveling
To get there just to wait

And there tearing it apart
There tearing it apart
I'm covering my eyes
I'm covering my eyes