Passage of fate
And miracles lay
Got to get ready
To face my design
Dubious pavement
Glues and it dries
The potholes of heads
Sing to themselves
Their hands hold wrinkles too tight
Knuckled and drunk and ready to fight
When the night comes by let out the rhyme
Forces itself to sleep and it says goodbye
Their hands hold wrinkles too tight
Knuckled and drunk and ready to fight
When the night comes by, let out the rhyme
Forces itself to sleep and it says goodbye
Wholesome deaths, sing me away
To another dream if you call it that
Wholesome deaths, sing me away
To another dream if you call it that