Static Cycle - Paper Chase | Текст песни

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face is cold, filled with envy
he's got it all, he's left empty
sold his soul, unsuspecting
he'd lose his world, now he's perfecting
his own song, his sweet medley
every verse, is resurrecting
what he's made, an early grave
he's all alone on this paper chase

All we find is emptiness, we're focused on this paper chase
So we ask, what comes next, can we stop this race, this paper chase

can't stop sweating, it's relentless
his mistakes, can't forget this
leaves him nauseous, he's grown lawless
if he could, he'd take back all this
weighted pockets, tall corner office
his plan, it was flawless
now he bleeds, this disease
it grows on trees, but it’s cost his dreams

All we find is emptiness, we're focused on this paper chase
So we ask, what comes next, can we stop this race, this paper chase

What if we could start again, maybe we could save ourselves
We’ll change the way we dream, we’ll burn this trail