Letras
I'm like a cobweb with thin threads and no laces
I think that instead of what we got now, just burnt out faces
And you were the one that said to me, "Got to keep the right ones"
And now that you're gone, you paint me like I'm the crazy one
But you are the someone
I am the no one
No doubt that we are
All the broken ones
But I am the mouthless
So listen
I am not fit
And we're all collapsing on ourselves
I'm unresponsive with vagueness and all you hate
And me and everyone are all gone, as you have stated
That, "We are all history," the mystery is why then
You would bring on a plea to the dust on the pavement
But you are the someone
I am the no one
No doubt that we are
All the broken ones
But I am the mouthless
So listen
I am not fit
And we're all collapsing on ourselves