Lyrics

By now you should mind your mouth By now you should call me, we can work it out By now you should be in a better place And thinking for yourself, it's not your ax to grind I fallow it until the end of my concession A falling out I heard from them, there's no discretion I'm burning out on this and this is my latest confession I hope you hear about it Victim, I know the saints come to call And bring you obsession to save you from your fall Victim, I know it won't be long 'Till one worth possessing is one you'll never reach Swallow it until the end of our concession I'm sure I'll hear from you through them, there's no discretion I'm burning out on this and this is my latest confession I doubt you'll hear about it I fallow it until the end of my concession A falling out I heard from them, there is no discretion It's only indecision, this is your latest condition I hope you hear about it soon