I feel the show, the show is for the real the flow,
You say it's time.
With no control, your state of mind Seems so consistent with a loss of time. You're born to breathe, no time to wait. Further beyond than where we find our hate Our hate, our hate, our hate, our hate, our hate
Get where it hurts, kick it with might. No pain could ever bring it back to right. All that is left, here to remain Two empty bodies and a lot of pain The pain. The pain. The pain. The pain. The pain. The pain. The pain. The pain.
We feel the pain.
You say it's time.
You say it's time to go.
I feel the show, the show is for the real the flow,
