Vārdi:
Far Less Out Of Balance

The faces will never change We're programmed with lost souls The visions that are erased Will come back to haunt us all Your faces will never change

you I myself have been gifted with a musical talent except I go by the name of Ben Drew not Paul Balance you lived your life like your namesake hung in the balance

too far But far enough, it might be a minute till the comeup And people keep asking how I lost this weight More work and less food on the plate, Man Just

get one someday. Kinda lost the plot for a while, but I was certain as Zeus' lightnin' I could win it like Mercury's helmet and I'll still come out a

childhood past Screaming of parents from other rooms A constant Sunday afternoon affair Settle for less by losing the day Vendetta for your rage Off balance

, further It started back before your TV was watched From payin dues wit the pen, break out your cardboard box I can out color for the page lyrics like

you I myself have been gifted with a musical talent except I go by the name of Ben Drew not Paul Balance you lived your life like your namesake hung in the balance

while the sun comes up, cursing myself because I didn't make a play, shouting my way across town while the moon goes down. I was the clean friend to balance out

grip you slip and catch your balance Thats all thats left of your talents Salute the fallen ones the dead dumb big guns All down memory-less lane