's all a cavalcade of delusion stares and just like that we are prone to disappear. [Chorus] Whats the price that you pay for living everyday like a number on a
sites of a crossbow with its target centuries of thoughts, epics of words were exchanged in this blare stare is all that came to mind at a loss of speech
a world of handshakes and receipts, I hear a song it's calling out to me. What's the price that you pay for living everyday like a number on a docket
