Permission

When your heroes
Are all dead
Will you hang out with your enemies instead?
Why care
How we love?
Who's been crashing in my bed
How we're having sex

Nobody's asking
Permission to love
It's not a question needing to be solved
Nobody's searching
For answers and know
You act too much
I can't see you crawl

I think that you're doing it again
I think that you're going
Befriending your own enemies
Selling yourself almost for free
Is it insane or is it me
I can't buy what church is telling me
Is this the good world you wanna live in?
Fed with hate by false prophets

Prophets
Prophets