Purple Pashion Letra

whats the point when u stay up til 3 am
praying for the rock gods not to condemn

All that you have worked for Is wasting away
For five minutes on stage In San Francisco Bay

Whyyy rehearse to the sound of the underpath
if your not gonna perform
and have a laugh
tired of romantising about the truth and daft
You all hang your heads in a public scream

Is it a battle of a Band?
Or some shit like this?
Can't you seem to understand?
riffing is bliss

You stand looking on
faces paused in time
mockery is made
in the face of lighted lime