The Kyle December - Trendsetters testo lyric

TESTO

Yeah man I'm going over
You'll come after me in a while
My reclusion struggles under the intimacy of my eye
On the roadside running through car wrecks
I am just a part
Percentage of a suicide, odds on a pie chart

In this pantomime there's no second chance
The chance is the forever but forever is not now

We'll medicate the sores as appetizers for the worms
The pistols jam in the outskirts of the county of the gore

The dissection of the memories of a loser that keeps it hard
Through the diary of a loner that sells the ego to his cunts
Climb and fall from this solution
Yet another soft crazy flight
Just a leading role in a film
No spoken lines, a walk-on part

I don't wear your revolution world
This is not my world
And I hope you die from a fuckin' bullet

Like roadkill but in my cockpit
Always an injured party and cursed
In the absence of proof to the contrary
A dummy taken from a warehouse
So we end our days in the showcase
Like mannequins undressed from fame
Looking always on the same side
A one-directional flowing fate

Well it is there that we're going
While your facade keeps getting armed
While the most has been forgotten
While our minds desensitize
Climb and fall from this solution
Yet another soft crazy flight
Just a leading role in a film
No spoken lines, a walk-on part

I don't wear your revolution world
This is not my world
And I hope you die from a fuckin' bullet