Front Line Assembly - Comatose lyrics
[Front Line Assembly - Comatose lyrics]
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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