Stale کے بول

I'm becoming what I want to fight I'm becoming what I want It's all shoes and ladders Rules they've played and rules they've gained Oh, but it doesn't matter it's too complex to be explained Midweek stale beneath my chest I go to sleep but I won't rest Find a place All the pieces of the fight In a flame I've been breathing stale for time I'm becoming what I want to fight I'm becoming I have changed, not the way you see I have changed, I am asleep now It's stale, it's stale But you refuse to see it I'm becoming what I want to fight I'm becoming what I want