Front Line Assembly - Comatose lyrics

[Front Line Assembly - Comatose lyrics]

Here today gone tomorrow
What's the flavor can I borrow?

Beg or steal what's the deal?
Beats for the money he's not real

Who stole by the hand who stole by the hand

Like grains of sand we're blown away
A darkening sky we fade away
Feeling sorrow don't mean a thing
Fame and fortune are everything

Bite the bullet see the man feed his EGO

No more time you feel the rhyme
Afraid to speak the flavor's weak

Life is cheap no time to speak
Ride the wave no sync to slave

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