Texty:
Strung Out American Paradox

Savior of the servants on this Runaway train without a cause Every day I tell myself I gotta find a way Out of this American Paradox Padding, like

people savior of the servants on this runaway train without a cause. Everyday I tell myself I gotta find a way out of this American Paradox. Paddling

A quiet moment before the champ goes down through the doors of his decision to fight through one last round. Though he's beaten and he knows it, no

to be good but it's understood That tonight we'll both look the other way The smoke of all out thoughts and cigarette exhaust All possibility of ever getting out

You weigh your sadness well, it fits the color of your world. Though you have nothing to complain about, there's always something wrong. Break neck lies

it seems every line gets harder and never really what I wanna say So I hope this letter finds you well It's taken me a little while to sit and spell out

heard we never reached the sky then shed some light i'll lend a patient ear dont let me down i gotta know if something good could grow out on this

people savior of the servants on this runaway train without a cause. Everyday I tell myself I gotta find a way out of this American Paradox. Paddling

people savior of the servants on this runaway train without a cause. Everyday I tell myself I gotta find a way out of this American Paradox. Paddling