Letra de Changing Time
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Time, age, cycle, parabola, process
Grow, plan, function, extrapolate and progress
Dig deep, yearn, reap, crop, yield and harvest
Grow, plan, function, extrapolate and progress
Dig deep, yearn, reap, crop, yield and harvest
Last left on the heap in the field who's fastest
Timing, timeline, better miss my wake up
Step up, rise up, just for the sake of
Drill on, newborn, chosen, foresaken Damn, there goes my crystal ball
Damn crash; there goes my crystal ball
Keep on running on that treadmill, bastards got you tamed
Keep on running on that treadmill though you're gangrene lamed
You keep on running on that treadmill coz it keeps you sane
So sane and just the same as a bunch of anorexics bound for fame
Sublime delusion, every whim of the gambler's dice
Follow the doctrine you will win the gambler's dice
Chained in gold and golden greed and your gold chained attire
Chained by gold and golden green and your name on the flyer
Chained by gold and golden greed and your gold chained attire
Chained by gold and golden green and your name on the flyer
Keep on running on that treadmill, bastards got you tamed
Keep on running on that treadmill though you're gangrene lamed
You keep on running on that treadmill coz it keeps you sane
So sane and just the same as a bunch of anorexics bound for fame
Timing, timeline, better miss my wake up
Step up, rise up, just for the sake of
Drill on, newborn, chosen, foresaken Damn, there goes my crystal ball
Damn crash; there goes my crystal ball
Keep on running on that treadmill, bastards got you tamed
Keep on running on that treadmill though you're gangrene lamed
You keep on running on that treadmill coz it keeps you sane
So sane and just the same as a bunch of anorexics bound for fame
Sublime delusion, every whim of the gambler's dice
Follow the doctrine you will win the gambler's dice
Chained in gold and golden greed and your gold chained attire
Chained by gold and golden green and your name on the flyer
Chained by gold and golden greed and your gold chained attire
Chained by gold and golden green and your name on the flyer
Keep on running on that treadmill, bastards got you tamed
Keep on running on that treadmill though you're gangrene lamed
You keep on running on that treadmill coz it keeps you sane
So sane and just the same as a bunch of anorexics bound for fame
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