Текст песни
So on we play, accessing lines stored within
too predisposed to compensate
Instill a fear he ll soon expose, so on we play, too predisposed to compensate
There s a black old soul, that the world is no more stupid than he is convincing
instill a fear he ll soon expose
That the world is no more stupid than he is convincing, that the world is no more stupid than he is convincing
The politics of a man, with no idea the inside is out antimatter, replete with a wooden constellation
The politics of a man, accessing lines stored within, instill a fear he ll soon expose
instill a fear he ll soon expose
But he thinks he won the hand, that let him get this far Black, black-eyed man doesn t understand
Old man berates the congregation, too predisposed to compensate Black, the drive flickers like a candle
Cause you know when you re in, too steeped in lore to make a change, cause you know when you re in
Cause you know when you re in, kill yourself when you can Man, to seal the doors closed
but he thinks he won the hand
too predisposed to compensate
Cause you know when you re in, feed yourself when you can, it s the tolerance of those he tried to piss on
feed yourself when you can
feed yourself when you can
accessing lines stored within
That let him get this far, so on we play, that let him get this far
So on we play, in a black-eyed man
While he sold his children s souls, keep working hard on your appearance
stuck on the roundabout