We live on borrowed time, hope turned to dust. Nothing is forgiven we fight for every crust. The way we are is not the way we used to be my friend. All things come to he who waits, the waiting never ends.
We live on borrowed time, hope turned to dust. Nothing is forgiven we fight for every crust. The way we are is not the way we used to be my friend. All things come to he who waits, the waiting never ends.