K - Matt Duke
K Hear the crack of guns fire out into the open streets
Hear the people scream
K See the life drain out of your daughters and sons
It's just begun
I'd ask you why
But sitting on your high horse
Leaves you far away
It weighs a ton
My conscience staring idly
At the damage done
You want me to find some kind of balance
And hang tight
Enter the fold and hold onto fantasies
Of new life
I wait for the cruel strike of the hammer
While they bait me with the other hand
You want me to find some kind of balance
And hang tight
K You're the one the DJ
Can't you hear your children sing rife with mondegreens
K We dissent disown and kill for what we believe
So what did you mean
I have my doubts
To realize the truth
While nothing's absolute
Bury me now
If the meaning's that it's meaningless
Then what's the use
You want me to find some kind of balance
And hang tight
Enter the fold and hold onto fantasies
Of new life
I wait for the cruel strike of the hammer
While they bait me with the other hand
You want me to find some kind of balance
And hang tight
You want me to find some kind of balance
And hang tight
Enter the fold and hold onto fantasies
Of new life
I wait for the cruel strike of the hammer
While they bait me with the other hand
You want me to find some kind of balance
And hang tight
You want me to find some kind of balance
And hang tight
You want me to find some kind of balance
And hang tight
You want me to find some kind of balance
And hang tight
编辑于2021/03/20更新