Could someone change the rhythm
Cause someone changed the tune
Everywhere is wisdom
But none of this is true
Out in the vulture's ballroom
Where no one is refused
Someone started laughing
While the crowd was so amused
Oh it could be you
To be considered as al loveless
The room is filled with pain
It pumps out from your stomach
Goed straight intoyour brain
Out in the vulture's ballroom
Where no one is refused
Someone started yelling
It could be you
and you are chosen me
There is a lot out like me
Hand it out to your right
It is the big one to decide
I am sick, I am tired
To see you waiting in the line
Hand it aout to your right
It is the big one to decide
And you are chosen me
As I am down on my knees
I bet you opened your eyes
While I covered a smile
And I am sick, I am tired
To see you waiting in the line
And all the times I tried
And your words, they are wasting
They've come a long way
Creeping in my head
Creeping in my head