Through your narrow eyes,
you seem to wait,
so quiet the next day
You speak, you incite, you get, you sell, you shine
in your winner way
Can you see our shaking hands?
Such a careful plan, thank you for the pays
but below there’s clay
look below is clay
Can you see our shaking hands?
Take your time to hear us screaming
Your shiny days are made of something raw
Could you awake with an iron taste in mouth?
Try to live when the air is like toxic sound
That warns the start
Today you look like rushed runaway,
but backdoors are closed,
now there's no escape
Can you see our shaking hands?
Take your time to see us crying
Your shiny days are made of something raw
Could you awake with an iron taste in mouth?
Try to live when the air is like toxic sound
Sit down, enjoy your wreck...
Your shiny days are made of something raw
Could you awake with an iron taste in mouth?
Try to live when the air is like toxic sound
That warns the start of the wreck, at the end is your win
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