Sudden silent
They've come to kill
Playing those crafty games
Pretending to be your friend
I ain't one to play, for the life of me
I won't bow to them
For the matter of nobody
Fickle friends in society
Broken jeans are made into reality
I prefer to stay, at the back of the room
Watching from the shadows
Waiting for the right time
Watching from the shadows
Waiting for the right time
Watching from the shadows
Waiting for the right time
Watching from the shadows
Waiting for the right time
