Blinded Black Lyrics
Time Is All We Got
With a lit ciggarette,
Smoke up all of your regret.
I'll write you a novel,
For every mistake that you made.
Just another fashion trend.
The critics scream for what has been,
Dying and previewed.
This test has been reviewed.
With a single ciggarette,
You'll burn a hole right through your dress.
So you've packed your bags,
And I try to stop,
You as you walk out the door.
I'm begging for, I'm begging for.
A quarter past the dot.
Time is all we got.
Right down in front of your door.
For every mile that I drive,
I'll turn the clocks back in time.
Four years and two days,
This machine is saving.
Well if I failed to mention,
We're only a dimension apart.
And I cant explain just how I feel.
Fighting and stalling,
Our master plan's falling.
So you've packed your bags,
And I try to stop,
You as you walk out the door.
I'm begging for, I'm begging for.
A quarter past the dot.
Time is all we got.
Right down in front of your door.
[Screams in background]
I'm begging for a change.
Four years and two days away.
I'm begging for a change.
Four years and two days.
So you've packed your bags,
And I try to stop,
You as you walk out the door.
I'm begging for, I'm begging for.
A quarter past the dot.
Time is all we got.
Right down in front of your door.
I'm begging for, I'm begging for.
'Lyrics provided by Whole Punk Genre'