Lyrics

I'm getting by on the deficit of sun Limps down the road, my young skeleton I'm feeling jealous to every a wight For they don't know they all gonna die Looking downwards at the sight of the cops I'm dragging along my accessible corps Since I've been born, I'm bound to be dead Oh my dear god, I owe you a debt Falling apart I'm growing small Consider myself that brick in the wall Like a flower of fall, I'm exposed to the scythe I will outgrow my human disguise