I stand on the side lines and watch the
Action, faced with a leap that I couldn't make
How do I measure up?
Nothing to do but wait and see,
Outgrew the spotlight or did it outgrow me?
Once I've found what I'm looking for,
You'll do your best to hide it all away
While I'm swinging on a thread, you smile like a sharpened edge
Maybe I could make some progress if I didn't feel so foolish
Nostalgia is a damaging trait, when you attempt to change your fate
Life flies by while I'm standing
Still, it's not moving like it used to
And I'm not moving, not moving at all, like a fucking statue
I knew it would catch up with me,
Knowing it's coming doesn't really help
Like a dull axe I've lost my edge, making dents instead of cuts
Maybe I could make some progress if I didn't feel so foolish
Futile attempt to change my fate and I'll disappear without a trace
Like counting on a hand short of fingers...
Last in line for the gangbang, I can't believe you're offended
After all the pain you've caused, you self-righteous prick
Last in line for the gangbang, I can't believe you're offended
After all the pain you've caused, you self-righteous prick
Close your eyes too long, you're going to miss what's going on
Close your eyes too long, you're going to miss what's going on
Close your eyes too long, you're going to miss what's going on
Close your eyes too long, you're going to miss what's going on