Synergist - Tracer Bullet

Timeless
Forgotten art of je ne sais quoi
The feel for something real beyond the spectacle
So I pour it out of me
Unknown

Sideways
Well looking back, it's not moving on
And I sidestepped oh so close, but found that's no cigar
And it's cold way down in here below
So pull me out of here

Oh!
Well we ain't gettin' out at all

Nine to five my broken promises
A private eye behind in stealth, but yet
Won't buy into what you sell
I'm gonna help myself then I'll carry the take back home

Back home
Hone

Frightening
Burn too bright, your star's bound to fall
And the writer, the idol, the bright, arrived, survived the massacre to tell you
You won't get out of here at all
No
So pull me out of here

Oh!
Or we ain't gettin' out
Not at all

Nine to five my broken promises
A private eye behind in stealth, but yet
Won't buy into what you sell
I'm gonna help myself then I'll carry the take back home

I'm out of sight where I belong
Taking fire for you
I'm blinded, but
We'll find you
Hard line, fire, and hone
Until it's inside of you

Nine to five my broken promises
A private eye behind in stealth again
Won't buy into what you sell
I'm gonna help myself then I'll carry the take back home

Back home
Hone

Written by:
Craig McCutcheon

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