7 acessos
Break, well I leave it up to you
Break, It's death and my sweet tooth
We're in the back of the line
Nobody cares
They think we're all outta time
Well I don't care
This is not anger
I don't lack self-control
We don't fear progress
Break, well I leave it up to you
Break, It's death and my sweet tooth
Too much procrastination
Too much, it's all over
Too much alleviation
Too much, it's over
Where's your patience now
Eyes look against the grain
Never going to be the one to accept
Your life wasted in vain
Too much procrastination
Too much, it's all over
Too much alleviation
Too much, it's over