Words for Hands - The Fall

I'm sick of talking
I'm sick of wasting my time on you
But I'll tell you one thing
There's nothing left that I can do
It's complicated
But not too hard to understand
It's overrated
To fall in line with them and follow til the end
So throw down, this is a showdown
I don't wanna slow down
Try it, you can't deny it
There's nothing like it
In the freedom of the fall
We'll find out who we are
I see you talking
I used to hang on every word
But I don't hear you
Now your voice is just a blur
Don't be alarmed now
For what we have left to come
Gathered in the masses
As a perfect angry sum, we'll watch it come undone
So thrown down, this is a showdown
I don't wanna slow down
Try it, you can't deny it
There's nothing like it
In the freedom of the fall
We'll find out who we are
In the fall
Don't let me
Don't let me
Don't let me
Don't let me
Slow down

Written by:
Mark Castellano

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