Psalmute - Fall City Fall

Are we all fools, just wasting time?

Trapped by them

Their shallows minds, lets control take our lives, or are we all just wasting

time?

Why are we?

Why are we waiting?

Why are we all just wasting time?

So come what may I don’t know if I could, prepare for the truth,

to be misunderstood

We’re not the same, not the same.

You’re only in it for your personal gain

So come what may, I don’t know that I could

So tell me, what’s your inspiration?

Was it all in good fashion?

Was it lost in translation?

I can’t tell with the fragments of bombshell

casings

You’re adding injury to insult to our aspirations;

you’re adding injury to

insult to our aspirations.

No need to waste your breath I think its past your

time so give it a rest, give it a rest, give it a rest, give it a fucking rest

So come what may I don’t know if I could.

Listen to what they say I don’t think

that I should.

I’ve been pacing back and forth back and forth, you’re always

looking to reflect what its worth on what its worth and what’s worse,

you’ve emerged yourself so far into their purse, or the preeminence that it

doesn’t seem to fucking hurt.

So I don’t want to hear the resonance of your

words.

I’m afraid precious prophets will be unheard, botch, lost, faded.

Distorted by your chorus’s so jaded, so jaded.

You’re a fake, a fake,

you wallow while you sleep smile when you’re awake;

to think there’s influence

in the words that you speak.

Makes my knees week.

Knees week.

Your imagine is

fatigued your imagine can be broken your imagine is fatigued your imagine can

be broken.

I stand behind every god dam word that I have spoken