into the fallacy of Mr. Rey who keeps sayin everything's ok windows are heard opening to let the fresh air in no longer space for all the fake smiles or even fuck all those damn good vibes we're changing sugar for the hot spice and before they even realize what the hell did we just do? we burned the wheat fields we made it our price never regretting the time wasted we refill the lighters call it friday nights just when you own your fight, you see that peace was your fallacy we like the mess, we like the fighting but we won't stop until we win I think I did it again guess I won't be able to start all over again don't think you're done, don't even try me I'm just having some fun, would you join me? what the hell did we just do? we burned the wheat fields we made it our price never regreting the time wasted we refill the lighters call it friday nights