S.O.S. lyrics

Selling our souls We search for a place that We could call home (I pineapple) We’re sick of the useless truth That could explain our wasted youth Things to put our faith into Recently carved stone Look at the carved stone Wonder what your body lies cold We fight our own battles We waited through the strife Never to falter from the one that is our life Selling our souls We search for a place that We could call home (we could call home) This is our time now! S.O.S