f..ck The Facts Dead End
Does that writing on the wall tell us it’s not true? Less
time to decide, clocks are burning. We’re now thrown
together. There are few chances for a tomorrow. We’re not
holding on. The curse is short but binding. The curse
never ends. Last chance, claim your dependence. Don’t
settle on what you’ve become. What I see is you and what
you are doing. What I see in you; all the damage that has
been done. No one knows. Last chance to damn and shout
with a gun in your mouth. The curse is growing stronger.
The curse has taken over. The curse is going nowhere
ever. We’re lost in this, dead-end. The curse has knocked
us down. Strengthened with our flaws. The curse is us,
and everything. We’re lost in this, dead-end.
