Wizard of Odds

Waiting to become a statistic
In this lonely land of odds
I've been burrowed down
For so long now
I can't remember the cause
Teetering above a bass line
Of stagnation and sloth
I've become my own worst enemy
Raging in my heart

Please take me home
Like a yellow brick road
Or somewhere close
I just don't belong
Please take me home
Like a yellow brick road

Everyone is so sadistic
In this lonely land of loss
They will cut you down
Make you a crown
And hang you from a cross
Teetering above a base line
Where consumption is law
We've become our own worst enemy
Eating out our heart

Please take me home
Like a yellow brick road
Or somewhere close
I just don't belong
Please take me home
Like a yellow brick road

In the end
Do you get what you deserve
Or does it Get you
In the end
Do you get what you deserve
Or does it Get you
In the end
Do you get what you deserve
Or does it get you
In the end
Do you get what you deserve
Or does it get you
Does it
Get you



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Sullivan
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