I could tell you that I’m right That I know just what to do Im a quarterback with nothing written in my playbook You can talk to anyone They can tell you anything But absolutely no one knows how tomorrow gonna be
I’m a parasite without a host I don’t wanna be some kind of monster Staring down the barrel at the end of the world I’m a wooden man in burning room I dont wanna be some kind of monster Staring at the end of the world
If you burn a forest down Then the seeds are gonna take And in a few short years there will be new life at the gate But if cut the lumber down You harvest everything There’s nothing left to grow it’ll be your children who pay
I’m a parasite without a host Turning into some kind of monster Staring down the barrel at the end of the world I’m a burning man in wooden room Turning into some kind of monster I don’t wanna be myself anymoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
