Letra de Letters To Stallone

It's a sign of the times, the impression that you made Glossed over by a wave, a golden lining in your grave Beneath the dirt its all the same Last night a saw a thousand faces in a line And I could not recall a name And I could not recall a time, when I I needed someone to move me Not someone to save me Just someone to move me Not someone to Change things desperately I think mediocrity is this the key? I can't I won't be I won't be sitting there now Break me out let me out It's a sign of the times, there's nothing to gain This world was never mine, it's not mine I let the hive mind consume me I can feel them all moving, I can feel them all moving I can feel Last night I saw a thousand faces in a line And I could not recall a name And I could not recall a time, when I I needed someone to move me Not someone to save me Just someone to move me Not someone to The perception that does not mean shit to me I'm not a product of, I'm not a product of my name The perception that does not mean shit to me I'm not a product of I'm not a product of my namethe perception that does not mean shit to me I'm not a product of you