Besedila:
Corrosion Of Conformity Wiseblood

There's a question mark in the place of a spark That used to be an answer Aiming straight for the heart he missed his mark and The arrow turned to cancer

Lost in a dream, high and wide Whatever price to keep it by your side The steps to the top are very steep King of the hill when all are fast asleep But

Here we stand before the call Accused of fire It's too cold and you're too old for me It's time for me to expire Serve to see of what could be Burn the

Break neck rat race world does it taste just like it should? You only own what's etched in stone Better get it while the gettin's good Don't weep big

If I was the king of all the rotten Stealing filth from those forgetten Would you be my queen of a desperate land? Do you give a damn? What if I had

Saw the news today, some D.C. suit tryin' to break away Said, "He lost another million" Just another old man tryin' to pass the buck with his dirty hand

'm fueled by fire guess now I'm old but not much wiser Young blood creepin what you need Wiseblood shake em down to his knees Young blood creepin what you need Wiseblood

There's a question mark in the place of a spark that used to be an answer aiming straight for the heart but you missed the mark and the arrow turned

here we stand before the call accused of fire, it's too cold and you're too old for me it's time to expire serve to see of what could be burn the freak