You got to hate them
To freely play in their league
Or either love it, so much
That evil's your theme
Maybe you fiend it, so well
That you start to dream
Have you wanted it
So much that nothing can see
Does it even need you?
Or are there possibilities?
Are there others
Who could fill in how it seems
It's hard to say that I'm losing
Losing life or maim'ed
Am i here just doing something
For people who will never do the same?
But isn't that what gives man his glory?
But isn't timing a thing?
Sometimes I love them
Simply cuz I hate your plane
It's the slow anger
That makes up God's whole terrain
I'll give it all up
It's like working for a day
It's just like lurking
Just to bring back the baggy
You may not get me
But one day He'll show you proof
You can replace me
But it's probably me in a loop
It's hard to say that I'm losing
Losing life or maim'ed
Am i here just doing something
For people who will never do the same?
But isn't that what gives man his glory?
But isn't timing a thing?
Isn't timing always a big maybe?
Isn't timing always a big woop?
Isn't timing always a big maybe?
Isn't timing always a big woop?
