Comatose — текст песни (Front Line Assembly)

Here today
Gone tomorrow
What`s the flavor
Can I borrow?

Beg or steal
What`s the deal?
Beats for the money
He`s not real

Who stole by the hand
Who stole by the hand

Like grains of sand
We`re blown away
A darkening sky
We fade away
Feeling sorrow
Don`t mean a thing
Fame and fortune
Are everything

Bite the bullet
See the man
Feed his EGO
(...)

No more time
You feel the rhyme
Afraid to speak
The flavor`s weak

Life is cheap
No time to speak
Ride the wave
No sync to slave