He was text and traffic Aiding abetting the bouts I'd turned into doubts I could've taken him out or waited it out It's all the same to me I could've called his bluff or fucked him up It's all the same to me
But strange are the days of our twisted fate Hurting him was like hurting me So I knelt down and I kissed the ground Like a channel for the circuitry
It was a chain reaction That I had broken but not abandoned A chain reaction With one provision that I'm the variable
And the decimals jumped in space, raping the database Slitting the wrist of my statistics
But strange are the days of our twisted fate Hurting him was like hurting me My cause is different than yours And result speak louder than words
Come now all aborted thoughts Come now one and all Come and glitch this new routine Come make me feel safer
When in doubt deduce the doubt To luxury and live without Memory will be your sickness I will sign the dotted line Cross my Ts and hope to die Illegibility is my witnessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
