Calling all of the cynical and anyone who likes to spoil the fun
Saving up for retirement in case of the chance that you escape dying young

Suddenly lights make me uncomfortable
Caught me stuck and completely surprised
Call it strange or prophetical
You lose it all before the actual fight

Taking the train just for something to take
To get your mind off of shit that you hate
I bet I can guess why she didn't show
If these walls could speak what nobody knows
All of the signs would point to you

She fell in love with a criminal
He took off with my life
Now I'm stuck in a fairy-tale
Where the hero eventually dies

You get to keep everything that you've won
Till you get the feeling like you're coming undone
Pushing right past all the fallible lies
But then you ask now how the hell is this right?
All of the signs they point to you

You're all fired up from what you left unsaid
But time it reveals what you really meant
Stuck at the scene now you're rubbing your eyes
Some kind of sick trick of the mind
All of the signs they point to you… one at a time

Nobody notices all that you do with your life
Not on your life, not till you die
And then when you're gone
They finally like and sell all your art
Sound familiar?

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