Lyrics
All there is, all there is, we odn t need a future until we get old
A future gone fishing, blurred vision
making making my mind up someone else s decision
And the fear of falling, we don t need a future until we get old, making making my mind up someone else s decision
Outside it s cold, we don t need a future until we get old
A future gone fishing, and the fear of falling
Outside it s cold, a mutated ambition in sedated condition
we don t need a future until we get old
regressive coalition
We don t need a future until we get old, to save me i put my personality on hold, why rush tomorrow to bloom and unfold
Too busy not having a life to have time to live, and the fear of falling Psycore, we don t need a future until we get old
why rush tomorrow to bloom and unfold
blurred vision
a future gone fishing
and the fear of falling
forming a reluctant
And the fear of falling, we odn t need a future until we get old
Inside i m soft, and the fear of falling
i live inside an intermission
We odn t need a future until we get old, outside it s cold
Inside i m soft, making making my mind up someone else s decision, and the fear of falling
too busy not having a life to have time to live
we don t need a future until we get old
Forming a reluctant, a mutated ambition in sedated condition Future, i live inside an intermission
too busy not having a life to have time to live
And the fear of falling, forming a reluctant
Regressive coalition, slow-motion is silver, inside i m soft
yesterday choke tomorrow when calling
We odn t need a future until we get old, we don t need a future until we get old, inside i m soft
all there is
i live inside an intermission
Making making my mind up someone else s decision, to save me i put my personality on hold, a future gone fishing
Outside it s cold, to save me i put my personality on hold
we don t need a future until we get old
blurred vision
silence is gold
All there is, a mutated ambition in sedated condition
Inside i m soft, and the fear of falling Future, and the fear of falling
a mutated ambition in sedated condition
a future gone fishing
Making making my mind up someone else s decision, yesterday choke tomorrow when calling, slow-motion is silver
too busy not having a life to have time to live
to save me i put my personality on hold
Blurred vision, all there is Fishing, we odn t need a future until we get old
We don t need a future until we get old, too busy not having a life to have time to live
forming a reluctant
To save me i put my personality on hold, a mutated ambition in sedated condition
Why rush tomorrow to bloom and unfold, we don t need a future until we get old Fishing, yesterday choke tomorrow when calling
i live inside an intermission
A future gone fishing, inside i m soft, slow-motion is silver
yesterday choke tomorrow when calling
i live inside an intermission
yesterday choke tomorrow when calling
And the fear of falling, we odn t need a future until we get old