Finalism şarkı sözleri

Everyone is so busy it is making me dizzy Having too much fun getting nothing done You are your father's son All the plans that you made Sometimes life is a charade Is it a change for the better Another lamb to the slaughter You are your mother's daughter All of this tragedy Coming down from up on high I know its far far too late Nothing can save me now A final use for the truth I find no use for the truth