- cifra
Who cares?
You said something
But I'm not listening
My who world is caving in
I'm on a plane in three days
A date with the devil
My fate holds
I can't keep my feet on the ground
I know better
But mind and soul severed
Ties long ago
Now I don't fear what I might do
But what I won't
Who cares?
My house is on fire
Loved ones gone missing
And you need help getting out of bed
On and on you go again
Same cross and crown of thorns you've had
Since we were young
Must be hard moving on
Assholes accept fate as predetermined
But I propose our destiny is decided
By a never-ending game of consequences
And I'm too tired to play
But what about you?
I don't know
What you stand to gain
Might not be enough
But what you might lose
