Mortars Songtext
von Damian Wolf

I don′t like you
You're bludgeoning me with your club of expertise
My sense is dulled by the stench of fallacy

What is wrong?
Explosions dance in my head
Well here′s the song
There's no more time left to waste
At the end of the day

Say what you want
I'll roll your venom up and toss it in the sea
My vision′s blurred by a pallid apathy
Right


What is wrong?
Explosions dance in my head
Well here′s the song
There's no more time left to waste
After all
You′re dying just to be heard
The twisting crux
Of what I'll work to starve out
At the end of the day

What is wrong?
Explosions dance in my head
Well here′s the song
There's no more time left to waste
After all
You′re dying just to be heard
The twisting crux
Of what I'll work to starve out
At the end of the day