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Break, well I leave it up to you

Break, It’s death and my sweet tooth

We’re in the back of the line

Nobody cares

They think we’re all outta time

Well I don’t care

This is not anger

I don’t lack self-control

We don’t fear progress

Break, well I leave it up to you

Break, It’s death and my sweet tooth

Too much procrastination

Too much, it’s all over

Too much alleviation

Too much, it’s over

Where’s your patience now

Eyes look against the grain

Never going to be the one to accept

Your life wasted in vain

Too much procrastination

Too much, it’s all over

Too much alleviation

Too much, it’s over