Letra de Mayday

Mayday
Mayday
We've left our heyday
Searching the coffers
For empty offers

I don't know why
You trust the sky
You must like your lies from blue eyes

Vacate
Vacate
You'll never placate
These men who train
To train their sights
And close their eyes

We may not know what
It takes to make a good life
Guided by the gods to whom you sacrifice
All the good things in your life

But we don't want to know what
It takes to make a good life
Guided by the gods to whom you sacrifice
All the good things in your life