Divine Songtext
von Fortunate Losers

More and more charismatic
Within each passing scene
Problem sourcing nostalgia
The silence screams out to me

Solely Divine cried the haunted
I must have fucked this up a thousand times

Soul Divine

With nothing else left to fathom
No new found ways to release
The tension sewn in the fabric
And not that you′ll ever sew
Our masquerade empathy


How long is this gonna take
How much of this can we fake
I'm sure it all sounds the same

Solely Divine cried the haunted
I must have fucked this up a thousand times
Solely Divine won′t you help me
I must have fucked this thousand times

Your fake truth
Can break you

Solely Divine cried the haunted
I must have fucked this up a thousand times
Solely Divine won't you help me
I must have fucked this up a thousand times

Solely Divine cries the haunted
Solely Divine won't you help me

I must have fucked this up a thousand times