And again it repeats all over In a scene that reminds me Of a man that wont counter swing no His way back to the brilliant golden belt And now he's standing on the ledge Remembering whats left in… All this time i fought for something make believe And now i see i'm dreaming to infinite
Put your feet in the water The waters cold in the art of choke
I sold my soul for the second time Cause the first time he robbed me And i don't mind just wash your hands clean yah You're dirty little fingers steal all my memories And now he's standing on the ledge Remembering whats left in… All this time i fought for something make believe And now i see i'm dreaming to infinite
