One more day, I can give my notice, collect my check and run
Another frail and broken body a mother buries her son
A million dollar loan could help the decay of my service
Put away my foolish things and execute the servants
I don't know what's left to say
Nothing seems right these days
I don't know anything
Where we go from here?
A thought of how the screens are louder than all the silence
Cause the pictures are enough, another story about violence
No free thoughts, but it's hard to think about something else
In disguise, it's no surprise, the snakes eating itself
Paranoid is someone who knows little of what's going on.
A man in a high tower making it up as he moves along
A bloody child on the news says that she lost her gun
A father sits alone in silence cause his son is undone
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Where we go from here?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Where we go from here?
Where we go from here?
Where we go from here?
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One more day, I can give my notice, collect my check and run
Another frail and broken body a mother buries her son
A million dollar loan could help the decay of my service
Put away my foolish things and execute the servants
I don't know what's left to say
Nothing seems right these days
I don't know anything
Where we go from here?
A thought of how the screens are louder than all the silence
Cause the pictures are enough, another story about violence
No free thoughts, but it's hard to think about something else
In disguise, it's no surprise, the snakes eating itself
Paranoid is someone who knows little of what's going on.
A man in a high tower making it up as he moves along
A bloody child on the news says that she lost her gun
A father sits alone in silence cause his son is undone
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Where we go from here?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Where we go from here?
Where we go from here?
Where we go from here?
Another frail and broken body a mother buries her son
A million dollar loan could help the decay of my service
Put away my foolish things and execute the servants
I don't know what's left to say
Nothing seems right these days
I don't know anything
Where we go from here?
A thought of how the screens are louder than all the silence
Cause the pictures are enough, another story about violence
No free thoughts, but it's hard to think about something else
In disguise, it's no surprise, the snakes eating itself
Paranoid is someone who knows little of what's going on.
A man in a high tower making it up as he moves along
A bloody child on the news says that she lost her gun
A father sits alone in silence cause his son is undone
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Where we go from here?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Where we go from here?
Where we go from here?
Where we go from here?
Writer: Martin Dunn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid