FML

I saw the last hours of sunlight
Flashing in an SOS
Bodies pilled in fast cars with blown tires
Can we start over again
Telling myself
Waiting on hell fires we see it coming
Breaking the walls and killing what's inside
Fat cats, in black cabs amongst the panic
They let the rest of us die

Could we be something more
We've been on a fast track
Holding out flags find another chance to clap back
Are these reins still too sore
Keep on cutting corners
Fight the pain break the skin living off our daughters
Well bite the hand that holds the loaded gun
Aimed at our heads
Can we be something more
Your time to move we're patient

The room is spinning and I can't get out
Feel's like another slow burn to the edge of a filter
Like I've been here before somehow
In the back of my mind but I can't figure it out
It's not the first time that I've felt this way
I'm like a time bomb tick tick
Ticking away
Tick
Tick
Tick
Boom

Could we be something more
We've been on a fast track
Holding out flags find another chance to clap back
Are these reins still too sore
Keep on cutting corners
Fight the pain break the skin living off our daughters
Well bite the hand that holds the loaded gun
Aimed at our heads
Can we be something more
Your time to move we're patient
Ahhh

Burn
Motherfucker
Yaaaa fuck
Take hold
Burn the sinners
Fight back the signal
Bite the hand that cowers

Could we be something more
We've been on a fast track
Holding out flags find another chance to clap back
Are these reins still too sore
Keep on cutting corners
Fight the pain break the skin living off our daughters
Well bite the hand that holds the loaded gun
Aimed at our heads
Can we be something more
Your time to move we're patient



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Green
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link