The Man Who Breaks Things (Dark Shuffle) lyrics

He said it's time for the now Is it time? It's a bet I disbelieve And the worst, the sad stroke And the crowd and the smoke They may be twenty three Breath-bated gnawing Was barely worth drawing 'Cause I made up my misses But you'll always be the man who breaks things Since when does soul of the song Does the cracks in the wall Then build a sadder world? Do the meek, dirty friends Will they see with a glimpse And come and soften her? Breath-bated gnawing Was barely worth drawing 'Cause I made up my missive But you'll always be the man who breaks things