Undertow

歌詞

To the makers of manner The giver of tools You fucked up tomorrow Now enforce your rules You gave us good head Took our minds of the dread You ran to support us And sold us instead Still we hope and we pray That our lives may soon change All of this self decay Will be washed away washed away In the undertow To the makers of manners Who pray for us tools You fucked up tomorrow Now enforce your rules You gave us a sign Called it divine We're still playing for salvation A buck at a time Still we hope and we pray That our lives may soon change All of this self decay Will be washed away washed away In the undertow Maybe... I'm just saying... That the world... Is a feather... On the wind... Of forever... And it's gonna get blown away... Blown away Still we hope and we pray All of this maybe someday Blown away... And that this self decay Will be washed away Washed away In the undertow In the undertow!!!