Lyrics

Sometimes you slide
Slide off the bed at night
I also do

And you ask me questions
Pertaining to us
With the wrong mood

You tell me, "Let it be
I will choose the time"
I would never let you

The time for truth is only now
Too many times I waited out
Left the thought simmering and
Unsaid

You leave truth aside and it decays
The way you smile when I say
Entropy

We got deadlines

Deadlines
Dead lines
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