Alias & Tarsier
Picking the Same Lock
For those that labor to breatheFor those who wobble in constant degreesAnd the edges don't quite meetThey sold all they've knownAnd for what expenseTo crawl through this pinholeThey're burned by their own wishesTo what extentCan a man keep picking the same lockHe'll keep on itWith a willingnessYou can lie in the middle of the streetAnd shout one hundred times a dayThey will wince to hear itPut some blood in your cheeksAnd shoutTo what extentCan a man keep picking the same lockHe'll keep on itWith a willingnessLie say want go with no restLocked in these wallsKeep on it with a willingness
From Letras Mania