What an awful mess, curled up and hiding from the obvious It's right in front of me I'm not calling for retribution, this ain't nobody's fault I'm immune to my own senses: I hit a wall Unlike everyone, you didn't seem to mind That I had been falling and lost for quite some time I'm not immune to accusations, it's just that they're all wrong I'm immune to your opinion, I don't trust no one The different lines across my palms Well I know that I've been waiting far too long There's no use biding my time Staring at this city's walls And I know time has been wasted all along There's nothing to hold on to No more noble words They can't help me anymore The different lines across my palms Well I know that I've been waiting far too long There's no use biding my time Cause the writing's on the wall And I know that I've been waiting far too long