Here today
Gone tomorrow
What's the flavor
Can i borrow?
Beg or steal
What's the deal
Beats for the money
He's not real
Bite the bullet
+ see the man
+ feed his ego
No more time
You feel the rhyme
Afraid to speak
The flavor's weak
Who stole by the hand
Who stole by the hand
Life is cheap
No time to speak
Ride the wave
No sync to slave
Life grains of sand
We're blown away
A darkening sky
We fade away
Feeling sorrow
Don't mean a thing
Fame and fortune
Are everything
Front Line Assembly - Comatose Lyrics
Front Line Assembly - Comatose Lyrics
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Here today
Gone tomorrow
What's the flavor
Can i borrow?
Beg or steal
What's the deal
Beats for the money
He's not real
Bite the bullet
+ see the man
+ feed his ego
No more time
You feel the rhyme
Afraid to speak
The flavor's weak
Who stole by the hand
Who stole by the hand
Life is cheap
No time to speak
Ride the wave
No sync to slave
Life grains of sand
We're blown away
A darkening sky
We fade away
Feeling sorrow
Don't mean a thing
Fame and fortune
Are everything
Gone tomorrow
What's the flavor
Can i borrow?
Beg or steal
What's the deal
Beats for the money
He's not real
Bite the bullet
+ see the man
+ feed his ego
No more time
You feel the rhyme
Afraid to speak
The flavor's weak
Who stole by the hand
Who stole by the hand
Life is cheap
No time to speak
Ride the wave
No sync to slave
Life grains of sand
We're blown away
A darkening sky
We fade away
Feeling sorrow
Don't mean a thing
Fame and fortune
Are everything
Writer: BILL LEEB, CHRIS BRYAN PETERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.