There's a real thin line between What's real and what's fantasy Crawling slowly Towards a breaking point for me Falling faster down a hole Bottom I can't see momentum gaining As I'm picking up speed
There's a force that's forcing me down There's a drive that's driving me away There's a catch that catches me off guard There's a point that I just don't get
The water's so clean I can see bottom Through the hole in the boat Pitch and bail Till the end of our sunshine Everything that I am dragged through The muck and the grime Don't count on me Cause it's my fuk'n time
I don't wanna be the monkey wrench That carries all the pain Making this all feel so real It almost carries it's own weightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
