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FNAF 4 REMIX ▶ The Living Tombstone - I Got No Time [SFM] | CG5 @CG5
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LYRICS:
I wish I was poetic, so I could write a better song
To convey what’s in my genetics,
But I keep going the wrong way.
I can be so pathetic and apathetic,
It’s hypothetic.
So call the paramedics.
I’m hallucinogenic, yeah.
I don’t understand, I don’t understand,
Hourglass sand slipping through my hand,
So tell me anyone, what is it I’ve done?
It doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter.
I don’t understand, I don’t understand,
Hourglass sand is slipping through my hand,
So tell me anyone, what is it I’ve done?
It doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter.
I wish I was poetic,
Don’t know what to say.
I’m always always in my way.
Weighed down without a reason.
I need a happy place,
But this isn’t pain that I want replaced.
And I gotta break up from this rat race.
No rhyme I’ll rewrite tonight,
Won’t stop runnin’ with it.
Wait a minute.
I don’t understand, I don’t understand,
Hourglass sand slipping through my hand,
So tell me anyone, what is it I’ve done?
It doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter.
I don’t understand, I don’t understand,
Hourglass sand is slipping through my hand,
So tell me anyone, what have I done?
It doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter.
Just another thought to throw away,
Just another thought to throw away.
In the consternation, I look at the constellations,
To avoid all the constant fiction.
Mental, emotional competition.
(Just another thought to throw away!)
(WAIT!)
I don’t understand, I don’t understand,
Hourglass sand slipping through my hand,
So tell me anyone, what is it I’ve done?
It doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter.
I don’t understand, I don’t understand,
Hourglass sand is slipping through my hand,
So tell me anyone, what have I done?
It doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter.")
