this repetition is haunting, mistake convenience for love
some wake up worse in the morning
auction off the remnants of the debris and ship the rest overseas
we fall into grey, the only shade things are made of these days
wasted and weak at the knees
take me to the moment where the chorus was
just a distant murmur
wasted and weak at the knees on clever marketing schemes
so pay off the system and weaken all the walls
nothing can harm the city
just stay asleep at home
emaciated and cold
we’re born elated and grow old
you’ve finally made it
true irony never sleeps
it leaves blan...