Summer got warmer Than last year I have been told again I just remember You went downstairs And said that the wind took you there Down at the subway Every evening Enter your biggest decision And as you leave You wonder Will it be the one to repair? One of most "Fuck all that I know" Deadlines coming close Try decode Too much din and smoke You already rose Focus close Murder in the opus I'm painting noir Bullets or keys I'll take it all If it breaks the curse One of most "Fuck all that I know" Deadlines coming close Try decode Too much din and smoke You already rose Focus close Murder in the opus I'm painting noir Bullets or keys I'll take it all If it breaks the curse So much to say You're always too fast with All of your decisions Hey Was it your fate? Did you choose the path you Thought would be the best Oh hey Clock's tickin like Poe's heart Thought I'm born sane Just a slow start Propagate these dead men Feel like we're stuck pre 85 Publicized my thoughts Just for the cops to call it "dark art" Secrets bled out my eyes gettin wood warped All the watchdogs gettin manic It's a swan's song in the static Drank the hemlock out of panic Don't worry they'll make it cinematic It's always the sympathy in the aftermath And the left ones in a trance Lost one to the silence And the work, the surveillance So much to say You're always too fast with All of your decisions Hey Was it your fate? Did you choose the path you Thought would be the best Oh hey