This broken class act’s getting to bore me, because he’s got me thinking.
I’m slowly sinking in this thing called glory.
We’re flying out in paper planes and my hands are shaking off again,
My gun is useless and my knife has bled.
And it’s raining down, scrubbing out my name.
Screaming out to the leading man
This all that bastard’s plan. but nobody hear will listen hard.
All they do is silently play their part.
And as the gunman aims his fear,
I can’t help but wonder why I’m here, i’m just a pawn whose life means shit.
And now they’re fucking murdering it.
Captured by the liberty.
My heartbreak’s lullaby.
Falling for the enemy, my final way to fly.
Strained against an edge. I have push to let me fall to claw away my dignity.
No better than to crawl.
