Wasting, wasting my time.
Thought I could change your mind.
But your heads too full of ideas.
Bad ideas, they get you nowhere.
You're walking down a path that I can't follow.
You're slipping away.
The tongue in your ear.
The hand on your neck.
Your vision is clouded, what did you expect?
You're searching for the light, in a world so cold.
And you're looking at the devil, to keep you warm.
Wasting my time.
Thought I could change your mind.
But your heads too full of bad ideas.
Bad ideas, they get you nowhere.
You're searching for the light, in a world so fucking cold.

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