Shell Game Songtext
von Jackson Fig

Every day a new complaint
Never say just what I meant

The circle turns into a maze
I make mistakes, I can′t keep pace

Spun out
Sliding
Wrung out
Misguided


Bouncing, crashing off the walls
Throttle's burning, then I stall
Was I ever in the game?
Have you not been entertained?

Are we bracing for the curve?

Spun out
Sliding
Wrung out
Misguided

All this racing
All this chasing
Has our fate been automated?

Are we bracing for the curve?