Lyrics Front Line Assembly

Front Line Assembly

Comatose

Here today

Gone tomorrow

What's the flavor

Can i borrow?

Beg or steal

What's the deal

Beats for the money

He's not real

Bite the bullet

+ see the man

+ feed his ego

No more time

You feel the rhyme

Afraid to speak

The flavor's weak

Who stole by the hand

Who stole by the hand

Life is cheap

No time to speak

Ride the wave

No sync to slave

Life grains of sand

We're blown away

A darkening sky

We fade away

Feeling sorrow

Don't mean a thing

Fame and fortune

Are everything