Texty

My hands are cold I looked you in the eyes You don't have a soul Discontent with my contempt, I'm A lonely reflection of The warning signs Warning signs Lonely reflection of The warning signs This can't be my life My time is all Programmed to die In my Genetic code Mechanic heartbeat, the Shuffle of feet The clock ticks along, and Muffles my mind I have all our memories Memorized I'm falling apart I can feel the tension rise I can feel its presence Crawling up my spine I'm so in love with this misery of mine This can't be my life Standing in an assembly line This can't Be my life, standing in an assembly line Discontent with my contempt, I'm A lonely reflection of The warning signs Warning signs Lonely reflection of The warning signs This can't be my life My time is all Programmed to die In my Genetic code Mechanic heartbeat, the Shuffle of feet The clock ticks along and Muffles my mind
Writer(s): John Hislop, Sophia Geneve Meiers, Tom Brennan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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