4 acessos
Making wages on changing faces
The odds are on my side
We set the flame that you designed
And let it burn your eyes
(And tear this page out...)
It's not supposed to be this way
So says the writing on the wall
Every bit of ink, a reminder of you
You'll keep it inside, you'll hide it again
Making wages on changing faces
The odds are wrong this time
You set the rate for our mistakes undone
We're descending way too fast
You set the rate for our mistakes undone again
Let's make this quick
(Every bit of ink is a reminder of you)
It's not supposed to be this way
So says the writing on the walls
Because I'm sick of being lied to.