Dead End

Light my fuse
Hay in a stack of needles
Is there nothing more to come
Always out for the least evil

Why move on
Nothing good to come

Cut and dried, something always doesn't feel right
Nothing's certain but that pair of vicious eyes
Played off against each other
Begrudge anyone, everybody

But I guess that's what it is

Fan my fear, light my fuse
Keep the engine running that's all there is to do

Fan my fear, our future impends
Nothing more to come this is our dead end

But I guess this is what it is

Light my fuse
Hay in a stack of needles
Is there nothing more to come
Always out for the least evil

Time's up you struck our names of that list
And I don't know if hell exists
But there's a burning smell in the air
So I'm sure you'll burn somewhere



Credits
Writer(s): Curselife
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