Paroles de The Makar

Timing is everything Every second of colonisation constructed (I am my own worst critic) I'm deionised, I feel acceptance From your fickle eyes but it means fuck all to me I told myself (Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, shut the fuck up) I’ve got no more time I’ll never be the man I promised I would be So I lied and said: I’ll be back You were coming to as I fell through the cracks Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, wah, wah, bullshit A terrible story, it bored us to tears Fuck me this fucking cunt by the way I’ll never burden you with my fears (You wouldn't understand them anyway) I'm sorry, but you never asked What could possess you to be remotely interested? A narrative constructed that came and passed I'm sorry you can’t understand (You never even tried, but it's my own fucking fault) The mundane normalisation of everything I’ve ever had (But it's my own fucking fault) The mundane normalisation of everything I’ve ever had Timing is everything Every day of my life Reduced to acts (Exeunt, curtains, fin)