Paroles: Something With Numbers. Etiquette. Crowner Of Kings.

I'm fine but half the time I'm sick
I'm alive but deadly sick of it
I'd stay and dream all day but you can see it's almost over
I'm hurt but I'm having a good time
I'm strange but only in my mind
I'll watch the ticking clock until it stops then it's all over

I'm cold but just for the time being
I'm so damn over this whole scene
I'd hate to stay awake in this mistake
It's fucking over

I'm tired but I'll pretend I'm not
I'll guide myself out of this rut
I'll take it day by day and play the game until it's over

If this was a world where liar's reigned supreme
Than you would be a serf
And I'd be the crowner of king's

Silence is a virtue

You and I've been waiting for today
Holding onto something with our fate