Crippled by the call into complete decay. An everlasting lost can leave a bitter taste. Overrated, she's not faking Idiots collect to run a losing pace. And I can't run fast enough to beat you in a simple way. And then they come, demanding a reaction to the light of day. The lazy voice is making noise. The reasons clad in vocal shrapnel. Settle in the call to mark the minutes by. A minute's thick enough to last a long, long while. Overrated, she's not faking Frozen into place, one million hateful smiles. And I can't run fast enough to beat you in a simple way. And then they come, demanding a reaction to the light of day. The lazy voice is making noise. The reasons credit vocal shrapnel. I can't run fast enough to beat you in a simple way. I can't run fast enough to beat you in a simple way.