Slave you get what you bring. Tired or you get what we give. I feel like I'm stuck in between. Again, again, again and again. . Loath, I've been subjected to what you've said.
You talk about it like I haven't got it in me. Your wasteful thinking gets you nowhere in your mind. On top of nothing just another passing fancy. You let me down but then you make me s-s-stay.
Who's to blame if we don't make a name. Is it someone we didn't know?. And we see that's to be is to be. And even that's still a big unknown. . And if we try to be real.
You seem to think that times have changed. It's all around beside me what you cry. Endless ever waiting, like the time I felt so jaded. Don't you ever try so where's your alibi?.
Come and wash away. The sins of two of us. They're creeping out. Crawling out. Searching for some decency. . Sold, my soul away. To keep you coming back.