Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- You're shaking the hands of every stranger around
- You're bruised in the hip, your head, and hide it with your crown
- You're blaming the ones you fought, now buried underground
- You're living off what you see in the lost and the found
- Building a bridge without a single glitch
- You're in need of a stitch
- From trying to kill the itch
- It's not about your drip of honey
- (Ready for what's burning inside)
- It's not about your blood-fueled money
- (Sound of what's been falling inside)
- You wait to see if your own head's still in place
- You're caught up with numbers, running like rats in race
- You're faking the figures just to fit into the frame
- Oh, much like a stranger to yourself, what's there to blame?
- Building a bridge without a single glitch
- You're in need of a stitch
- From trying to kill the itch
- It's not about your drip of honey
- (Ready for what's burning inside)
- It's not about your blood-fueled money
- (Sound of what's been falling inside)
- Building a bridge without a single glitch
- You're in need of a stitch
- From trying to kill the itch
- It's not like I need you to hear me
- (Claiming for what's burning inside)
- It's not like I need you to find me
- (Sound of what's been crawling inside)
- It's not about your drip of honey
- (Screaming for what's burning inside)
- It's not about your blood-fueled money
- (Sound of what's been crawling inside)
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment