We're like the weather
We can't predict it
We never tick with the time
Heavy shackles
We can't move freely
We're leaving trails on the ground

It's too late, so why pray now?
You cynical bastard
They all ate from your plate
So how, how was your ride?

How was your ride?

Frozen moments
Your shadow's army
Will always give the command
It won't get better
Just string along
Until the curtain goes down


Lyrics submitted by christsizeshoes

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