I was sold off a river bed
The stories were told and ideas flowed
Now that you’re wasting
Now that you are cleaning everyone that’s close to you
Running away, escaping your fate, hold onto weakness

Leaving it all, leaving it all up for today (debate)

Don’t hate me, mistake me, what I do you call it
A pretty crime you’re missing the point
We’re better off this way then with you my friend
So don’t hate me, mistake me, you’re no longer there