The Flies Songtext
von jOKESTER

White knuckle amphitheatre, wish you were dead
Take another bite, chew all the lies you′re fed
Turnkey solution, in a crowd, miss lead
I could introduce you to the flies in my head

But if you wanna take a stab
I know where to sink your blade
If you're feeling kinda lost
The same shit, a different day

Don′t fret, don't fret
I wouldn't hold my breath
Do what you gotta do, just know
You′re doing it– to death


Let me take a look inside my new machine
See what I can conjur up and make believe
You may say you′re broke, but, baby, that's not right
Sign away your soul right on the dotted line

Well, if you wanna make a fuss
Grab a chair and let′s discuss
Anything you think you've got to offer
I don′t give a fuck

Burn it down, burn it down
You're running out of ground
I love that you keep lying like it
Won′t come back around

There's Charlie, and Margaret, and Rufus too
Can't forget Stephen, man, he sure hates you
No matter how you cut it, we can disagree
At the end of the day, I know that you′ll miss me