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...