Coping Skillz

He liked her coping skills, her way of mourning
But her Kraepelinian face contained a warning
He liked her coping skills, her way of mourning
But a different age was dawning

We saw their menial state as necessary
And encouraged them to reproduce, not marry
Yeah, we saw their menial state as necessary
And their pain was secondary

Time drags its broken limbs through vicious mud
Time drags its broken limbs through vicious mud

You use your cuisine to condone killing
Still you reprehend the past as cruel and chilling
But keep up with the ever-changing drumming
Cause a better world is coming

Time drags its broken limbs through vicious mud
Time drags its broken limbs through vicious mud
Time drags its broken limbs through vicious mud
Time drags its broken limbs through vicious mud



Credits
Writer(s): Vebjorn Numme, Alexander Lundemo, Jonas Mjoen
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