Lame Party Machine - The Final Act

He tries to wash his hands off of his sin
People have now become, empty machines
This war was the toughest fight, he ever fought
No surprise that finally, he lost his control
Under all his amendable win
Lies a bothersome feeling of an endless grief
As his thoughts travel faster and faster again
What he did was an action he can't understand
Can you, be my friend?
Can you, hold my hand?
When the times are so dark
And you're watching me numb
Turning into this desperate mess of a man
Can you, be my friend?
(Can you, be my friend?)
(Can you, hold my hand?)
(Can you, be my friend?)
Can you, be my friend?
Can you, hold my hand?
When the times are so dark
And you're watching me numb
Turning into this desperate mess of a man
Can you, be my friend?

Written by:
Haris Papadakis

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