Permission کے بول

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