The Start Up

Viva DeathBlown, my intuition
Smile sweetly, but act discreetly
Time and place, mine to waste
I guess time is running out
I just can’t get around it
Don’t tell me the race is won, I’m only getting started
It’s getting late, no mistake, there’s no mistaking

Always faking interest

Burn, my inhibition
Turn completely, into a memory
Ball and chain, my confusion
It stops me where I am
It starts the whole thing over
Why should I get involved, why should I get excited?
I’ve got more than I need, contract civility

Always faking interest

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