Letras
Days are fleeting, hours of searching, now I'm tired on the second try
You know I can't fool around, but I can turn it right around and break them
Day-off mining, leaves are flaking over time; last week I had nine?
Daily-dying, weaves are breaking out of line; it's my sign
You know I can't fool around, but I can turn it right around and break them
You know I can't fool around, but I can turn it right around and break them
I know I can jump around, and I can turn it right around and leave them
Instead, I could be the guy making up a lie for my exit
Making up a lie for my exit
Cutting up a line for my next shift
It's been on my mind
Slow pace all the time