Friday, August 20, 2010

Fixed


What you want, you are. You always were.
When the plans fall. Changing hands
What are the chances of winning?

You, you hold my heart
You, you won't let up
After I'm caught, touch turns into fisticuffs.
It's all in your head, wonder if I'm fixed to caught?


For it's statistics in the collected whole
With all the hunger that keeps you climbing walls
It's the one thing you can count on
We all end floating away
We all end floating away

You, you hold my heart
You, you won't let up
After I'm caught, touch turns into fisticuffs.
It's all in your head, wonder if I'm fixed to caught?

Is it your fault?
Is it your fault?
Is it your fault?
Is it your fault?
Is it your fault?
Is it your fault?
Is it your fault?
Is it your fault?

You, you're sinking (so they say)
You, you're finished (so they say)
You, you're buried (so they say)
You, a killer killing faith.

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