Letras
In the heat of obsession
Nothing much gets through
Truth like testimony
Singular point of view
Logic of imprisoned words
Spliced ideas like thorns
Sleeping in a megaphone
Dreams like these are torn
You got the last line
You got the final say
You got the last line
It was your finest day
You got the last line
You scored the final goal
You got the last line
You never lost control
There’s social injustice
When reason takes a break
No sense in complaining
Might win another day
Got mental congestion
Disturbing the facts
Incoming chaos
Proclaiming the cracks
You got the last line
You got the final say
You got the last line
It was your finest day
You got the last line
You scored the final goal
You got the last line
You never lost control
Last line, such a moment of pride
Last line, makes it all worth the ride
Last line, who cares if you lied
Last line, you’re not the one who decides