Croc Shop - Finalism Тексты

Everyone is so busy it is making me dizzy
Having too much fun getting nothing done
You are your father's son

All the plans that you made
Sometimes life is a charade
Is it a change for the better
Another lamb to the slaughter
You are your mother's daughter

All of this tragedy
Coming down from up on high
I know its far far too late
Nothing can save me now
A final use for the truth

I find no use for the truth