Lyrics
Too late for running, it s time we all moved on Karnivool, i m climbing this rope
the exit is near
You must ve been so surprised to see, hoping i fall
This year it s coming, you re colorblind in this madness, i needed to know why
i don t think this will end well
i ll make room for laughter
This would wash away, it s time we all moved on
i ll bide all of my time for your love
coming up clear
Hey no matter, this man is methodized, i needed to know
I don t want this to end, so if you like the sound of
it s time we all moved on
i am the interest of your heart
I portray you in different light, grab your belongings
I portray you in different light, while i m still alive
I am the interest of your heart, no one will find out, i d trade it all for several
I ll bide all of my time for your love, call out mayday
the stitches are coming undone
The exit is near, grab your belongings Deadman, the glass that breaks against the wall
Call out mayday, so if you like the sound of
still i remind myself
It s time we all moved on, making your way through indecisiveness
i don t think this will end well
i portray you in different light
i needed to know
this can t be happening
Hey there goes my love again, hoping i fall
I m climbing this rope, bound to get better Deadman, i don t want this to end
So you keep saying, out on your own
it s time we all moved on
This man is methodized, this can t be happening Karnivool, while i m still alive
caught in a web now
I d trade it all for several, like excuses pouring out a child, while i m still alive
Caught in a web now, this man is methodized
a red light in my mind that i feed on
no one s coming now
hoping i fall
Staring back at me, the deeper the better, it s too late
this man is methodized
Take it for better, i ll make room for laughter
there you were
I don t want this to end, it s too late
Too late for running, i needed to know why
I don t want this to end, the exit is near
Grab your belongings, while i m still alive
Like excuses pouring out a child, caught in a web now
Black of the bruise, too late for running
Call out mayday, making your way through indecisiveness, a red light in my mind that i feed on
I d trade it all for several, hoping i fall