Casting Stones

A Losing Season

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    Turn the key in the starter now
    Let this switchback railway roll
    And save your breath for the screaming
    This world is about to fall

    Ride the downward slope
    We've left behind starvation, now visit hell
    An offset of greed, sloth
    And indifference

    Throw your stones at me
    If you're better than the rest
    We get what we deserve
    Time to face the facts
    When i turn to 32 this whole fuckin' world
    Will end

    The whole fuckin' world will end
    You'd better prepare

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    Say your last goodbyes to your loved ones
    Then kneel down and fold
    Your hands for a prayer
    It is time to meet your maker

    Try to extend your seconds
    They might turn into hours or days
    Still holding on to something
    A wonder substance to change your ways
    Throw your stones at me
    If you're better than the rest
    It's what we deserve
    So when i turn to 32 i face the facts:
    This whole world will end

    We try to ignore
    With a constrained smile
    That we are
    Temporarily left alone
    Until it becomes more
    It turns to "permanent"
    Who cares about sunshine then?

    Throw your stones at me
    If you're better than the rest
    We get what we deserve
    When i turn to 32 i know that this whole
    Fuckin' world will end

    Try to extend your seconds
    They might turn into hours or days
    Still holding on to something
    A wonder substance to change your ways
    Throw your stones at me
    If you're better than the rest
    It's what we deserve
    So when i turn to 32 i face the facts:
    This whole world will end

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    Composition: Bálint Bokodi

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