They`ve laid to rest mortality, blessed themselves with immorality, gazed into the eyes of innocents as the blade was pulled out merrily i`d beg and plead if it made sense to me, if i thought it`d make a difference to quit is to lose, so i suppose i`m conceding defeat from weariness
they say, "no time to play, you cannot stay, appreciate the mess i`ve made" then they turn their backs and walk away
i`ve seen the young bystanders get shown the view from their watchtowers and with their stealth and stench transform these tykes into another great lot of admirers
i don`t blame traders ah, how ignorance is bliss it`s so fucking easy to be bought and sold when you`re a young and stupid kid (Koski)