Can’t fathom how you’ll get outta this one Don’t mistake is for a calculated rhythm And despite your prior convictions, You’re still here You’re still thriving They’re still crying And quite frankly, we’re tired of trying And whatever you’re selling, we’re not buying
Take out the days off, Not something you’d like to share And I see you standing there With empty hands And I hear you over there With empty words With empty words Dark eyes, blank stare
Times up! And i don’t see any signs of progress Times up! And we played right into your false intellect Times up! And three years is too long to wait for you to die Pack up your things, retreat to your tower Just stay the fuck out of mine Cant make something great again If you’re only moving backwards in time Can’t blame you for trying your hand It’s a shame I’m at the point of crossing out the days I guess I’ll stay It’s a shame we’re dealt a joker in a full deck of spades
Can’t fathom how you got outta that one It was all about your complicated rhythms And despite your vocal contradictions You’re still here Pushing all of your treasonous ambitions once again But I’ll see you in hell, I guess you win I’ll see you in hell, I guess you winTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
