The laughter of the privileged few Who’ve never felt the other shoe Becomes corporeal in the shadows And unsheathes like a knife
A pox on humankind To think our fates aren’t intertwined So lonely, so lost Got what you wanted, goddamn the cost
The disdain of fortunate sons Who always play it two-on-one, Prowls these city streets and hides in my heart And spreads its tendrils wide
A pox on humankind To always search but never find So lonely, so lost Got what you wanted, goddamn the cost
I am a sickness, my own malignancy The worst possible version of me I am a blank spot, in my own memory The simple answer I’ll never see
A pox on humankind To accept roles we’ve been assigned Condemned to rotting body and a feeble mind So lonely, so lost Got what you wanted, get on the cross.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.