Willing (Live in Cologne)

It’s the willingness to ignore.

Cause its the right kind of rhythm

the right connotation

It’s the gun in your stomach

And the suture in your system

Its alright

Cause its the times when you wake up

With bloodshot eyes

Hell you fall through your footsteps

You fucked up your night

Please be well,

It’s the willingness to ignore

Please be well,

These feelings seem so worn