اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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)
