Always wrøng, always right
Always putting up a fightAll aløng, all my life
All was søld tø artist's mindsI wøuld tell a wøøden wørld tø burn beneath the sun
But whisper me a fragile lecture beføre my time is døne
Be blessed, feel lucky
Im letting yøu have yøur funRespect is a døuble-edged spear
The bløødshed has ønly just begunFør all the ways I had høped tø cømmunicate, I start tø feel numb
I limp acrøss the desert, believing I am the ønly øne
But every fear is setting camp.... gøddamn it, i can't keep myself frøm søunding like yøu
Sø what's a man øf a brøken høur suppøsed tø dø?
The strange distørtion in yøur vøice haunts my stressed mind
Cøuldn't yøu have just døne, ønce møre, what yøu did beføre and leave me Behind?
Perhaps, we will see this a fiendish gøødbye
Pack yøur bags, yøur unøriginal flags
And put us øver appraising hands, tø disappøint yøur faithless friends
I hate the wind
Warned me again
Pinned tø the windøw by my skin
Winter's here.
A white sky spins
And believe me, I wøuld dive Right in
Før sømewhat øf a high life's hand
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