| Lyrics: | Treating your days like a countdown.
Seconds pass by, waiting just to blow up,
and you get
nothing done,
and this is what you want.
Lost touch and,
you turn your back and your
some friend.
Sterile conversation,
learn to talk a good game.
Talk your way
out,
it’s a sure thing.
Testing the ends of what they’ll put up
with.
You got your chance to say what you wanted to.
But you never do,
stand up
to the ones that keep you down,
now you can see right through it all.
Lost touch
and,
tracing your steps you can’t begin.
You can’t start,
to say what
your thinking and why not.
Talk your way out,
it’s a sure thing.
Testing the
ends of what they’ll put up with.
Sticking it out ‘til you can’t get
up.
How many times have you been pacified?
Accepting it when you’re
told,
there’s no way,
making sure there never will.
Sticking it out
‘til you can’t get up.
How many times have you been pacified?
Accepting it
when you’re told,
there’s no way,
making sure there never will.
Testing
the ends of what they put up with |
