Thinner Lyrics by Call It Ego
In fables, they come from the cold
-The young and the old travel hills of gold
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In fables, they come from the cold
-The young and the old travel hills of gold
I flew to the well, which was not there before
Full of dread, i revert to a wrecking ball
Umm… It’s hard not to go with the grain
I impress myself when I dress myself
There is a spectre just in front of me
And in this moment, I have to compete
Lesson one:
There are cards that are never worth playing