A Global Threat - Pass The Time | Текст песни

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Raced for months in circles don't know where to go
So nauseus nobody's near me, antisocial
Ahead I catch my breath and again im behind
It somehow works itself out in the back of my mind
4..3..2.. First to First, womb to hearse get by
Is there nothing you want worse than to pass the time?

Am I stubborn, selfish or scared of stability
Part of a rotten useless, unproductive minority
(all this thought to resposobilities,
redundent schedules carved in 30 years mortages
for a financed wife some to buy kids,
whats in your wallet, where do I sign up)
4..3..2 first to first, womb to hearse get by
Is there nothing you want worse then to pass the time?

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