Lyrics
Spoken: Play the song, fuckers!
I've ran into this
My time is empty
I've dwelled in myself
I have burned my name.
So when I cannot
seem to find my answer.
I'll squelch the fire,
before I'm fucking fume!
I'm running low, got my fist on the clock of time.
No chance or prayer to tell,
and nowhere to call me own!
I'm running low, no truth to care or hope to find.
And the answer lie here for I left it all behind.
I cannot find my,
my sense of reason.
I'm blinded by this:
that path that you call your own.
So here's to tomorrow, 'cause right now I'm running low.
I can find my way on the road leading to myself.
I'm running low, got my fist on the clock of time.
No chance or prayer to tell,
and nowhere to call me own!
I'm running low, no truth to care or hope to find.
And the answer lie here for I left it all behind.
All behind!
'Cause I'm running low, got my fist on the clock of time.
No chance or prayer to tell,
and nowhere to call me own!
I'm running low, no truth to care or hope to find.
And the answer lie here for I left it all behind.
I left 'em all behind!
Spoken: What it is, folks.
