What you want and what you've got aren't always what you need Spend your time trying to walk a line, seeking serendipity Keep serving your head on a platter expecting loyalty When all you need is a glimpse into a parallel reality
Wasted youth is a tragedy when you're in the driver's seat Pray for someone to take control while you ignore your basic needs Stop spinning the wheel with a plan, forget fortuity Nothing quite like a drop of blood to reveal who's circling
Forget about the casualties I'm not a fan of subtlety I only wanna help you see, ah-ah How different it can be
Aah-aah Ah-ah Aah-aah Ah-ah-ah-ah Aah-aah Ah-ah (I'm so rеady to fuck fortuity) Aah-aah Ah-ah-ah-ah (I'm so sick of the bruises on my knees) Aah-aah Ah-ah (I'm so ready to fuck fortuity) Aah-aah Ah-ah-ah-ah (I'm so sick of thе bruises on my knees)
Compositores: Jorge Alberto Elbrecht (Dreiden Lansing), Joseph Agius (Joe Agius), Harriette Pilbeam (Hatchie) ECAD: Obra #37214276