From Autumn To Ashes - Delusions Of Grandeur Songtexte

Pressing on about our business
Comfort is getting too expensive
Hot shots for the pigeons with a death sentence
You're something like a pistol thats been polished bright
But if it never leaves the holster it can never save your life
I need a meaning I can get behind, a better message to subscribe to
To be alone is to be alive
Set sun Im an hour older, mile markers punctuate the shoulder
Harboring delusions of grandeur
Youre something like a canvas thats been stretched and primed
You could become something priceless or you could be a waste of time
I need a meaning I can get behind, a better message to subscribe to
To be alone is to be alive
This is the time to be alive if you consider where complaining gets you
We're living much too comfortably for me
Keep drifting, keep drifting aimless
Stay with me and we'll stay busy on endless trips to anywhere to end up where we'll be