The future is pink
Forty floors, the views
World tours, deja vu
Feel it coming on
But what do you pay for
They all got the same chords
Faces on the billboard with nothing to say
But you want the encore
Screaming for it one more
You don't know what it stands for
Sounds so cliché
The future is pink
Silver tongue, split in two, oh, yeah yeah
What’s a soul worth to you
Why’s it feel so wrong
But what do you pay for
They all got the same chords
Faces on the billboard with nothing to say
(Nothing left to say)
But you want the encore
Screaming for it one more
You don't know what it stands for
Sounds so cliché
Ok, throw it away
Ok, throw it away
What do you pay for
They all got the same chords
Faces on the billboard with nothing to say
But you want the encore
Screaming for it one more
You don't know what it stands for
Fucking cliché
Ok, throw it away
Forty floors, the views
Ok, throw it away
World tours, deja vu
Feel it coming on
Oh
Ok, throw it away
Ok, throw it away
Ok, throw it away
Throw it all away