travesteem Songtext
von Peasant Magic

Hell to pay
Well enough we pray
Paths to deviate

Coming up short
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All aboard
All that are bored
Will you report
Life did you wrong

All we have left
Our second guess
Seconds are spent
Wrestle intent


Pulled apart heart
Fooled from the start
Wool that eyes can′t dart
Who you think you are
Only goes so far
Play close your cards

Better with time
Never in line
Swine or divine
Losses to find
Of a sound mind
Done with the climb

Fear of what's next
Perspective-less
Grass through a fence

Messed with your head
Blessed with a bed
Eyes that see red
Filled but not fed

Chances to have
Things you can grab
Taking a stab
Plans while God laughs


Hell to pay
Play close your cards