Lyrics

we're like the weather, you can't predict it, we never take the time, heavy shackles, we can't move freely, we're leaving trails on the ground, it's too late, so why pray now, you cynical bastard?, we all ate from your plate, so how, how was your ride?, how was your ride?, frozen moments, your shadows on me, will always give the command, it won't get better, just string along, until the curtain comes down, it's too late, so why pray now, you cynical bastard?, we all ate from your plate, so how, how was your ride?, how was your ride?, it's too late, so why pray now, you cynical bastard?, we all ate from your plate, so how, how was your ride?, how was your ride?, how was your ride?, how was your ride?

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Artist: blackfield