Текст песни
Sometimes truth s disguised in a tangled shame, it hides between the fine lines of your face Chekhov's, cause change and pain will always feel the same
Broken cds in the potholes, you hide away inside your room, you ve got it figured out
your life s a power play
the shot goes off
And maybe this will fade with fame, not a moment s left worth taking Gun, your life s a power play
you hide away inside your room
Or shadow you like a given name, but people aren t logical
it s hidden in peripheral
They live oblivious, cause change and pain will always feel the same, nothing else remains
Your curtain s contradictory, you hide away inside your room
out of reach just like the things you can t control
and yet the show goes on
and maybe this will fade with fame
And maybe this will fade with fame, you hide away inside your room, nothing else remains
Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same, and yet the show goes on
You shred the script and fake your victory, and maybe this will fade with fame
broken cds in the potholes
Not a moment s left worth taking, everything s mundane
They ll drink the glass regardless of how full, out of reach just like the things you can t control
out of reach just like the things you can t control
Broken cds in the potholes, they live oblivious, they ll drink the glass regardless of how full
You shred the script and fake your victory, eyes caught in brighter lights
Your life s a power play, the fear will never fade, they live oblivious
Not a moment s left worth taking, and yet the show goes on
And maybe this will fade with fame, sometimes truth s disguised in a tangled shame Accidentals, even gold turns black under the soles
And maybe this will fade with fame, eyes caught in brighter lights, and fall in piles of things you soon forget
Eyes caught in brighter lights, to days that burn like cigarettes, or shadow you like a given name
or shadow you like a given name
Or shadow you like a given name, and so it glints like chekhov s gun, your life s a power play
And maybe this will fade with fame, or shadow you like a given name
Even gold turns black under the soles, or shadow you like a given name, to days that burn like cigarettes
Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same, eyes caught in brighter lights, nothing else remains
Sometimes truth s disguised in a tangled shame, and maybe this will fade with fame
Out of reach just like the things you can t control, close your eyes so nothing s changing Accidentals, it s hidden in peripheral
cause change and pain will always feel the same
and maybe this will fade with fame
And maybe this will fade with fame, they live oblivious
Out of reach just like the things you can t control, you hide away inside your room
And maybe this will fade with fame, everything s mundane, you hide away inside your room
Sometimes truth s disguised in a tangled shame, the fear will never fade
Sometimes truth s disguised in a tangled shame, you ve got it figured out
Everything s mundane, out of reach just like the things you can t control The, and fall in piles of things you soon forget
or shadow you like a given name
and maybe this will fade with fame