Letra de Its A Culture - Times New Viking

Made it through the winter
Without noticing
A different kind of beaty
That ruins everything
Almost screaming

Lying and waiting
Have no doubt we will
Surely relate to what we are becoming

Its becom a culture
Escaping the fatigue
Takes the place of nothing
Makes nothing obsolete
Waiting for the morning
Patience is boring
Have no doubt we will
Surely find something worth exploring

An fragrance influential fragrance
A lingering relief
Regressing back to habits
Seductions always brief

Almost screaming
Movements repeating

Waiting for the morning p
Patience is boring
Have no doubt we will
Surely find something worth ignoring