[Verse 1]
I lie awake with a stomach ache
And the first man drowns
In the last man's tears
How many rounds of monogamy
Find me listing the glut of believers
I myself played the lottery
Blame myself in the cold with a fever
How much guilt can you tolerate
Count myself among liars and cheaters
Roughed up riding a tidal wave
Time is up for your favorite deceivers
Life or death hangs in instant change
Ripping the gun from the hands of the shooter
[Interlude]
Seconds away from the end coming soonеr
Saving the day when I'm seconds away from thе end
[Verse 2]
No, I don't get mad retroactively
And I don't get caught in the spokes of the wheel
Kick back on the sidelines a better place
Damn sure I don't ask how they pack that arena
I once set foot out where no one would
I should pat myself on the back in the morning
But I lie awake with a stomach ache
Stuck in my ways and afraid of conforming
[Interlude]
Stuck in my ways and afraid of conforming
Stuck in my ways and afraid of conforming
Stuck in my ways and afraid of conforming
It goes by in a rush and there's only so much you can change
[Chorus]
Are there no descendants?
End of the sentence, all independent
[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I lie awake with a stomach ache
And the first man drowns
In the last man's tears
How many rounds of monogamy
Find me listing the glut of believers
I myself played the lottery
Blame myself in the cold with a fever
How much guilt can you tolerate
Count myself among liars and cheaters
Roughed up riding a tidal wave
Time is up for your favorite deceivers
Life or death hangs in instant change
Ripping the gun from the hands of the shooter
[Interlude]
Seconds away from the end coming soonеr
Saving the day when I'm seconds away from thе end
[Verse 2]
No, I don't get mad retroactively
And I don't get caught in the spokes of the wheel
Kick back on the sidelines a better place
Damn sure I don't ask how they pack that arena
I once set foot out where no one would
I should pat myself on the back in the morning
But I lie awake with a stomach ache
Stuck in my ways and afraid of conforming
[Interlude]
Stuck in my ways and afraid of conforming
Stuck in my ways and afraid of conforming
Stuck in my ways and afraid of conforming
It goes by in a rush and there's only so much you can change
[Chorus]
Are there no descendants?
End of the sentence, all independent
[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
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