Blow back to buffalo, to celebrate the cold If it doesn't k** you, it still extracts a toll But hidden in the balance, there's advantage you can find Everybody's runnin' late, but I can take my time Is that something to avoid? Or just another humanoid I try to catalogue the differences between having had and lost it all, or never having been stirring up commotion for the sake of getting heard
A call of desperation in a final whispered word Is that something to avoid? Or just another humanoid No room for sympathy ain't nothin' left in me Not how it's sposed to be Call out the infantry Is that to avoid? Or just another humanoid