Tekster: Frente. Sit On My Hands.

in my life, wasted
opinion, distracted
basically growing like vegetable
stowing the secret i already know
one victim
reaction
waiting, wasting

i sit on the table
my life in a blink
my head is revolting
i shudder to think
i sit on my hands

you've taken my silence as total compliance
how could you feel any other way?
i'm spending my life and you're reading my lines out
why did i tell you how i play it?
wondering what if i crashed into feeling
could i get away with it?

you've stolen my wallet with all of my soul in it
picking my pieces and pissing in my pocket
i like you we can't see
i wish i could wake up
you've stolen my wallet with all of my soul in it
picking my pieces and pissing in my pocket

sit on my hands
i sit on my hands

how could you feel any other way?
i'm spending my life and you're reading my lines out
why did i tell you how i play it?

you've taken my silence as total compliance
how could you feel any other way?
wondering what if i crashed into silence
could i get away with it

i like you