Testo 27

One hour, and time will tell who has won and who has fell
Trust me, it won't be you,
Who fucking cares what they do

I've been here before
I've reached for this door
Atleast I know what it's for
She'd follow me down to the floor.
Still content, when hope is lending and dangers pending
We're judged, on what we lack but surprised when they stab us in the back

I've been here before
I've took this shit and more
My mind seems so sore
I was never good at letting go

What has happened with the world today
Seems too drastic to ever change
What has happened with the world today
We live on assumptions
(we live on assumptions, can't live on expression)