Compositor: Fast Lane
Have you already ask yourself
If everything
You’re doing is really making sense
Is this world just fallacious
Ain’t we just wrong
Making fun of what’s threatening us
It’s sometimes hard to accept
We’re denying
The iceberg is in front of us
It’s always easier to live
By hiding
That we are weaker than we show
We’re like a physical model
We’ve got principles and mainly
We’ve got limits but ours are closer
We’re all like a capricious kid
We always wanna get pampered
When something’s wrong, we’re just complaining
Don’t tell me about letting go
When it’s only how you want it
As the holy chips fall where they may
We are all just going to die
There is no other way to go
You’re just one of those, get increasingly cracked