It's seconds before the new years
No clouds to block your forward vision
Everything's how it appears;
You've f**ed your nut with friends under boundless conditions!
Seconds later
Unfortunately it clicks
Promises made
Boxes to tick
Clean slate only means you're doing the sh** you
Sthifled on the last one
Now you know the truth you hide in fear of this confession
Hide behind the d** you take and run the wrong direction
All the plans you break you made at will to you discretion
Just wait will it blows!
Plans
It depends what they're made from
And
If they're made from the strong stuff
We
Can be man onde depends on
Or
Become undone by the same bluff
It's
Another road block my name's on
It's
Another plan made to go wrong
But
I'll never quit while the days long
No
Just wait until it blows...
The best laid plans of mice and men
Aft gan aglay
Scribe my thoughts with bloody pen
And still find them washed away
Wouldn't mind my life with plans and some sense
For a least a day
Or
Just wait until it blows!
Seconds later...