Death While Standing Songtext
von Florentenes

You′re ruthlessly talked into leaving
My humble abode but still you're not welcome home no more
And you said you felt a hundred million years had passed
Do you know how to pass the time?
With your insufferably written rhymes
And so, the world′s a paradox
On the contrary motion
Comfortability arose then?
So who'd you think you are, Goldilocks?
Don't let them down With your Agincourt fingers and frowns
I′m like a target on a rifle range
Wrap my head like a snake but it′s not too late
You're late, and face to face with fate
It′s strange, I'm such a state
For you, For you
And in a cult crash landing
Can you hear the endearing fans chanting?
The more you push it, you push it and cause another death by standing