I have seen whats left for all the rest of you And its not what you think that it will be For the gift and the curse of whats been shown to you Never
I have seen whats left for all the rest of you And its not what you think it will be For the gift and the curse of whats been shown to you I cant believe
Translation: Dry Kill Logic. Paper Tiger.
bones and skin When the dry walls start closin' in I mosey out to hold the win Kill switch, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Kill switch, kill switch Kill switch
medicine I know and live It dissolves and swims between the bones and skin When the dry walls start closing in I mosey out to hold the win Kill switch
