Televangelist - Hospital Beds | Текст песни

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High, waste of all my time
Arent you nervous that all these things you hold are never enough to fill the hole you burden
Used, up up up
City wont you burn
I will go on until you
see its the vices imprisoning me
I will go on until you believe
High, waste of all my time
Arent you nervous that all these things you hold are never enough to fill the hole. Its a burden
Used, up up up
Pace the steps to the illusion brought by all. It doesn’t make much sense, no. It leaves you wanting
Im still the beast that you use to know
In different skin, same eyes
No, i can’t be saved
The well is dry
If you try and reach into far you might slip inside