Lottery Songtext
von Phoxjaw

It′s the cardio, hearing a radio
Another stagnant show for this rodeo
Absent radio
'Cause it′s a dead end trend
Uninspire your friends
For the muted blend as it sinks into the descent
Absent radio

'Cause all my hounded affairs
Feels like I'm working a graveyard shift
′Cause all my hounded affairs
Creep like vultures of the night
Feeding on decay


If I cardio, hearing a radio
Another stagnant show for this rodeo
Absent radio

Why you gotta tune into this and play pretend?
We′re all just slaves in the lottery

'Cause all my hounded affairs
Feels like I′m working a graveyard shift
'Cause all my hounded affairs
Creep like vultures of the night
Feeding on decay

And I swear it by the man who works to waste
And I saw it on your ageing widowed face
And I swear it by the man who works to waste
Works to waste

I, I′ll never bind my hand for you