Disaster

The end of time
Hey, you, you're part of the problem
Hey, you, get out of my mind

Avoiding the conflict, confronting the sound
Of everyone seeking to bring me down
Their words echo demons that riddle with hate
Misleading and beating my life now with faith

Hey, you, you're part of the problem
Hey, you, get out of my mind
If you wish me well, then I wish you well
If you fuck with me, there will be a disaster

Hey, you, you're part of the problem
Hey, you, get out of my mind
If you wish me well, then I wish you well
If you fuck with me, there will be a disaster

I'm constantly breathing yet yearning for air
A comfort their seizing, my senses are there
A vivid illusion, fictitiously weak
Is this called daydreaming or fable of sleep?

Hey, you, you're part of the problem
Hey, you, get out of my mind
If you wish me well, then I wish you well
If you fuck with me, there will be a disaster

Hey, you, you're part of the problem
Hey, you, get out of my mind
If you wish me well, then I wish you well
If you fuck with me, there will be a disaster

The end of time
This life of mine
The end of time

Hey, you, you're part of the problem
Hey, you, get out of my mind
If you wish me well, then I wish you well
If you fuck with me, there will be a disaster

Hey, you, you're part of the problem
Hey, you, get out of my mind
If you wish me well, then I wish you well
If you fuck with me, there will be a disaster

If you wish me well, then I wish you well
If you fuck with me, there will be a disaster



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Ashley Eskelin, Michael De Wayne Tait, Christopher E. Stevens, David Arthur Garcia
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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