Crippled by the call into complete decay.
An everlasting lost can leave a bitter taste.
Overrated, shes not faking
Idiots collect to run a losing pace.
And I cant run fast enough to beat you in a simple way.
And then they come, demanding a reaction to the light of day.
The lazy voice is making noise.
The reasons clad in vocal shrapnel.
Settle in the call to mark the minutes by.
A minutes thick enough to last a long, long while.
Overrated, shes not faking
Frozen into place, one million hateful smiles.
And I cant run fast enough to beat you in a simple way.
And then they come, demanding a reaction to the light of day.
The lazy voice is making noise.
The reasons credit vocal shrapnel.
I cant run fast enough to beat you in a simple way.
I cant run fast enough to beat you in a simple way.