Ringside Seat To Human Tragedy کے بول

Find your way to wither At least make a choice For you ain't nothing special But I know you know Time to seal my future To give up the masquerade Set the stones, define the circle I am on my way Reconcile your little empty Mindless absurdities Oh my little, little brat Why don't you take a bite right off me? A narrow escape Yet shadow takes on a more definite shape Formation riding on a wave of ends Allusive to the flowing tide of innuendo Duration reaching out for breathing time A fall in on the rise, at heart Now be a Slave and spend your every single day in vain Or react to the fact that you Might as well be gone tomorrow I can't deny I'll never comply With your static forms and rules Who made who, who claims to be true Tiny midgets on parade A narrow escape Yet shadow takes on a more definite shape Formation riding on a wave of ends Allusive to the flowing tide of innuendo Duration reaching out for breathing time A fall in on the rise, at heart Ringside Ringside seat to human tragedy Perceptions roar Emerging from oblivion Resemble grief Among the ruins of tragedy Formation riding on a wave of ends Allusive to the flowing tide of innuendo Duration reaching out for breathing time A fall in on the rise, at heart