Letra de Ladders

Venom spit from your thought pattern A cell structure devoid of refrain Walk down that road you cling to dearly You’re claiming worship among wayward brains Rich in ideas, you present them Wear it like a golden crown Recite the speech among the sheep And claim them all as your own When there’s nothing left At the end of the day Weigh in your lament You know what you did And no one remembers Anything you say And it’s always the last to the table Searchin’ for the final crumb Slowly, all regain their senses And wait for the next to come And it’s always the last to the table Searchin’ for the final crumb Slowly, all regain their senses And wait for the next to come When there’s nothing left At the end of the day Weigh in your lament You know what you did And no one remembers Anything you say