In a flick of the wrist
you will not find
the sharp blade that is your mind
and you're the one who's wearing the end is nigh
your heart it speeds through the bests of times
and we're breaking it now
and you dont really want to know
you have belived one time
and now you want more
of what you presive as life
is no more than a chore
never a safe for a right place for ever getting old
we need some room for the wings that we have grown
you're not really listening to me
you're not really listening to me
you're not really listening to me
you're not really listening
you have belived one time
and now you want more
of what you presive as life
is no more than a chore
you dont have what you wont have
you dont have what you dont need
you dont have what you wont have
you dont need
you dont need
need, yeah
you have belived one time
and now you want more
of what you presive as life
is no more than a chore
a chore
a chore
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