Gradual Decline Testo

Staggering in waft of mist They move in a strange world to escape The celebration The preliminary stage of release Nothing will remind Gradual decline And we are to blame Gradual decline And you put your feet On this finite street Walk 'til the end Never look left or right Their life's just a Waiting to die Gradual decline And we are to blame Gradual decline Stupidity will kill every doubt Will you walk in blindness For what are you out A kind of masochism Is the thing you do How can I like you, say How can I like you And you took your feet From this finite street I saw the end In that sudden ending night Your life was a Waiting to die Stupidity kills every doubt You walked in blindness For what were you out A kind of masochism Was the thing you did The world will miss you, hey The world will miss you Gradual decline