Letras:
Wait In Vain A Blind Eye

s listening, just turned a blind eye. Praying, hoping, enduring, waiting, its part of the grand plan, you'll be tossed a bone and things will work out, scraping, starving, crawling, waiting

a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and

hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting

to live we might just give The righteous kid a mike instead The hype is dead but like they said It's a penny for your thought now Make a million in a

a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and

a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and

their world With dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting

I?m so thankful for your good book Jehovah Jira, my great provider When we seek you we know we?ll find ya Give us a new day, a holy desire Soul survivor