Scenery spectate
Fate or kill zones?
Live land mines
Better walk the kids home
Snake eyes with it on the line
Been putting it off
But it's about that time
Cure the syndrome
Whatever the task - take
Times like these feel we're living the last days
Am i
Set to be in cuffs
Find why
No emotion when the close ones die
Round my
Place where i stay
Day to day
Life don't leave you alone
Just a bystand-er
My life spans short when the right hand mark is shown
So i just scenery spectate
Cure or cancer
It's spreading like fire
Better find the answer
Quick
Worser than most wanna admit
Yet the rest don't even give a shit!
Fact is
Maybe i should be more normal
(The cure)
A suit and tie is more formal
(Yessir)
We'll love the bomb and sing the song and fight everyday like immortals
As long as the world keeps spinning around there's no need to make
Up a fuss, because it's only dust to dust
And some things were bound to break
Well...
One hopes that it never needs to
I've seen to, all of my life is now see through
It's just what i am, or least seem to be
So don't ever bite the hand that feeds you
I didn't mean to rock the boat
Back and forth
Not asking for me to be
For - given
Just living
I've given
The unexpected cost in winning
Well...
My sub-conscious said, "halt the heartless context"
While sycophants out to cut me off mid-contest
The cost is said to be the brain
We found a cure
I won't, stand and complain, we were fine before
Mind the poor, they're cannon fodder to line the floor
Won't fight the power, only try to survive the war
No! cause some make it too hard to get
No sidelines left
We're losing our best
It's like swam, ghandi, marley, harvey, martin luther king, john f.k. and bobby
The odds had me turned 'round and confused
While the psyche of the crowd got me
Good lord, stop me
It's not me!
I only cycle, never contemplate or comprehend the lesson
I guess i could never concentrate
Say what? i gave up
Took me a pill, something they made up
They called it a cure, still i remain f**ked
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Scenery spectate
Fate or kill zones?
Live land mines
Better walk the kids home
Snake eyes with it on the line
Been putting it off
But it's about that time
Cure the syndrome
Whatever the task - take
Times like these feel we're living the last days
Am i
Set to be in cuffs
Find why
No emotion when the close ones die
Round my
Place where i stay
Day to day
Life don't leave you alone
Just a bystand-er
My life spans short when the right hand mark is shown
So i just scenery spectate
Cure or cancer
It's spreading like fire
Better find the answer
Quick
Worser than most wanna admit
Yet the rest don't even give a shit!
Fact is
Maybe i should be more normal
(The cure)
A suit and tie is more formal
(Yessir)
We'll love the bomb and sing the song and fight everyday like immortals
As long as the world keeps spinning around there's no need to make
Up a fuss, because it's only dust to dust
And some things were bound to break
Well...
One hopes that it never needs to
I've seen to, all of my life is now see through
It's just what i am, or least seem to be
So don't ever bite the hand that feeds you
I didn't mean to rock the boat
Back and forth
Not asking for me to be
For - given
Just living
I've given
The unexpected cost in winning
Well...
My sub-conscious said, "halt the heartless context"
While sycophants out to cut me off mid-contest
The cost is said to be the brain
We found a cure
I won't, stand and complain, we were fine before
Mind the poor, they're cannon fodder to line the floor
Won't fight the power, only try to survive the war
No! cause some make it too hard to get
No sidelines left
We're losing our best
It's like swam, ghandi, marley, harvey, martin luther king, john f.k. and bobby
The odds had me turned 'round and confused
While the psyche of the crowd got me
Good lord, stop me
It's not me!
I only cycle, never contemplate or comprehend the lesson
I guess i could never concentrate
Say what? i gave up
Took me a pill, something they made up
They called it a cure, still i remain f**ked
Fate or kill zones?
Live land mines
Better walk the kids home
Snake eyes with it on the line
Been putting it off
But it's about that time
Cure the syndrome
Whatever the task - take
Times like these feel we're living the last days
Am i
Set to be in cuffs
Find why
No emotion when the close ones die
Round my
Place where i stay
Day to day
Life don't leave you alone
Just a bystand-er
My life spans short when the right hand mark is shown
So i just scenery spectate
Cure or cancer
It's spreading like fire
Better find the answer
Quick
Worser than most wanna admit
Yet the rest don't even give a shit!
Fact is
Maybe i should be more normal
(The cure)
A suit and tie is more formal
(Yessir)
We'll love the bomb and sing the song and fight everyday like immortals
As long as the world keeps spinning around there's no need to make
Up a fuss, because it's only dust to dust
And some things were bound to break
Well...
One hopes that it never needs to
I've seen to, all of my life is now see through
It's just what i am, or least seem to be
So don't ever bite the hand that feeds you
I didn't mean to rock the boat
Back and forth
Not asking for me to be
For - given
Just living
I've given
The unexpected cost in winning
Well...
My sub-conscious said, "halt the heartless context"
While sycophants out to cut me off mid-contest
The cost is said to be the brain
We found a cure
I won't, stand and complain, we were fine before
Mind the poor, they're cannon fodder to line the floor
Won't fight the power, only try to survive the war
No! cause some make it too hard to get
No sidelines left
We're losing our best
It's like swam, ghandi, marley, harvey, martin luther king, john f.k. and bobby
The odds had me turned 'round and confused
While the psyche of the crowd got me
Good lord, stop me
It's not me!
I only cycle, never contemplate or comprehend the lesson
I guess i could never concentrate
Say what? i gave up
Took me a pill, something they made up
They called it a cure, still i remain f**ked
Writer: Justin Skipper
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