Rick Hard

I bury my grandpa
Fuck you grandma
My parents are fussing
I packed my things
Best time to leave
Can't stand goodbyes
I'll be traveling the world
Fugitive on the run
Tears of regrets
Put bitter taste in my mouth
From September to July
I'll be wrapped up for winter
Living at all costs
Repressing all emotions
Melt in the crowd

Sensory isolation
Sensory isolation
Sensory isolation

Rock hard, rock hard, I'll do anything for my
Heart to become
Rock hard, rock hard, I'll do anything for my
Heart to become
Before just needed music to release pain
Now I need to drink till I forget my name

Nothing can warm up my body
Nothing can warm up my soul

I write poems
Avoiding problems
I am guilty of all charges
Nothing has changed
My childhood got lost
Through magma and storm
Deviate from tracks
Reconcile future and past
Life in slow motion
Keep running after light
Dreams drowned in the ocean
But now I am back in town

Leaving at all costs
Repressing all emotions
Melt in the crowd
Sensory isolation

Rock hard, rock hard, I'll do anything for my heart to become
Rock hard, rock hard, I'll do anything for my heart to become
Rock hard, rock hard, I'll do anything for my heart to become
Rock hard, rock hard, I'll do anything for my heart to become
Before just needed music to release pain
Now I need to drink till I forget my name

Nothing can warm up my body
Nothing can warm up my soul