Testi
Frozen like a naked astronaut
History’s the men the world forgot, oh
Down that little tube, you’re carried
Digging in the sand, unearthing today
Science says the clues give them the plot
Let me toss these tragedies to rot, oh
Things I only said to scare you
Took my words for real, how dare you?
You know how that stuff
Gets inside me and tears me up
When the worst that I could conjure up comes true
You son of a bitch, you burned me
For a matter that shouldn’t concern me
Look at the gifts which ought’ve made you ‘you’
Oh
Guess you’ll pass me when you’re on your way down
Hot seat, can't sit down
Hot seat, can't sit down
Hot seat, can't sit down
Hot seat, can't sit down
Things I only said to scare you
Took my words for real, how dare you?
You know how that stuff
Gets inside me and tears me up
When the worst that I could conjure up comes true
You son of a bitch, you burned me
For a matter that shouldn’t concern me
Look at the gifts which ought’ve made you ‘you’
Oh
Guess you’ll pass me when you’re on your way down
Yes it matters, don't you say it doesn't
Hot seat, can't sit down
Hot seat, can't sit down
Hot seat, can't sit down
Written by: John Schmersal, Juan Monasterio, Tim Taylor, Tyler Trent
