Rest where you ought to be Block out your misery Wait for the call, you're left in the hallway People they change, and I would still be ashamed To let the weight of the world Rest on your shoulders
Press the pressure point on my neck, my head will snap off and roll into the secret passage we built for escorting the rapist to the victim. Did you manage your time? Do you know how I do? Downpour, downpour, downpour, downpour, oh the boredom involved in patience
