| disappoint.. In living with a fear of chance. The chance of fear's the only reason you're awake. We'll decrease in size when burdened with your mind, but you know escape is to run... |
In a constant commotion, when I speak it's revulsion maybe you'll |
| In a constant commotion, when I speak it's revulsion maybe you'll |
Recall the past when you were strong. Those distant days it seems are now forever gone. You'll increase desire to wander and retire, But you know escape is to run... |
In a constant commotion, when I speak it's revulsion maybe you'll |
| In a constant commotion, when I speak it's revulsion maybe you'll |
disappoint.. disappoint.. |