How can you stand yourself when you've got no spine
This isn't infinite growth It's the end of a crumbling road No exceptions to the rule This is how it always was Is it how it always will be?
Trickle down Settle down Going down, we're going down
Crushed under an ever-lowering glass ceiling Don't bite the hand that feeds Until it's gripped around your neck Living so unsustainably Expected to be thankful as we drink down your backwash
If we can't be used we'll be trampled underfoot I'm tired of the talk just give it to me straight Your lack of honesty has cost the life of another You are a quisling, conscious enabler
All of the power None of the will Green paint smeared on the walls fades Exposing the grey beneath Seeing everything Sharing nothing Softening the words of the cruel
Everything's ruined The world's collapsing down the middle Flaying the skin from the truth's back Sandblasting the writing on the wall
It's all water under the bridge But the river has burst its banks
I'm lying on a table clinging onto life You're lying to my face saying it'll all be fine Tell me how can you stand yourself when you've got no spineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
