Pathetic — текст песни (Crowned King)

What does the future hold?
I hear it`s bad, I hear it`s cold
And I`m growing old from being told about it
And I don`t know why they try
It`s better to deny, and with respect that we can buy
With business cards and phony lies, the music dies

It`s a business, it takes time
But it seems like every time we get ahead we end up back behind

And it`s because of all the lines
You won`t make it
And it gets harder every time
But maybe they`re wrong and they`ll hear our song

When will these lines come to an end
I`m tired of them, but you`ll just bring them on again
But without an ear to lend
You`re stuck without a fact to send
I`ve heard percentages, I`ve heard all the negatives you say, to my dismay