critic

Don't you know this isn't what you, signed up for

Are you really gonna die for something you don't believe in

I'm a critic not a heathen

Malicious intent on the weekend

Sink or swim like a baby in the deep end

Scheme too much, now the darkness is your best friend

Dream too much, cause it's easier to pretend

Mmm, mmm

Six more hours, (left) better not forget your flowers, (death)

Waiting round the corner, ready to catch you unaware

All you see now is a coffin and a blank stare