Bread 歌詞

Give me a piece of bread Daily routine starts up It's seven o'clock Try to find my shoes, so I can go Daily routine starts up It's seven o'clock Can't you cut my strings now Or does it make you scared? I put a pen in my mouth Black cat screams outside Who's fooling who? Can't think of nothing but my shoes Black cat screams outside Who's fooling who? Can't you cut my strings now Or does it make you scared? This feels like a turning point Split things up that still are joined Do you call this wisdom? Or are you in a rut? Do you call this wisdom? Or are you in a void?