Peroxide

This morning's drier than ever
You put your shoes on, part your hair to the right
To the left your country made you all part alike yesterday
Times changed you see the party has lied
The sky has never turned red
But its not
What you thought
What it used to be
Either
Need a little boost in a little glass
No toast no fuss
Two mates from the estates
Waiting outside below zero and fever
Whos gone
Who stole the sun who sold his soul in the search of a masterplan
If only heavens made of peroxide
I wouldnt then need any other lies
Imagine mirrors from the other side
Open up open up
Come out and hide