Horrible Timing - Wuthering Rights

Revenge makes resent when it's for control
Power remains but digs deeper holes
Rile them up while they're still listening
Tone-deaf radio Christening
This cannot be what I'm destined for
Constantly begging to question more
This cannot be what I'm destined for
This can't be it this can't be
Head in the sand, toes underwater
You'll never see it pulling us under
The soil is slipping to the sea
We're all losing buoyancy
Speak falsehood like it's the truth
Mute dissent with words for fools
Build a future based on past
A blind idol's vote is widely cast
This cannot be what I'm destined for
Constantly begging to question more
This cannot be what I'm destined for
This can't be it this can't be
Head in the sand, toes underwater
You'll never see it pulling us under
The soil is slipping to the sea
We're all losing buoyancy
Head in the sand, toes underwater
You'll never see it pulling us under
The soil is slipping to the sea
We're all losing buoyancy
Head in the sand, toes underwater
You'll never see it pulling us under
Head in the sand, toes underwater
Pulling us under, we're all asunder
Head in the sand, toes underwater

Written by:
Melissa Licciardello

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