Tell me will the hunt ever give up?
So transfixed by wall-clock-ticks we wait
Pressure builds while time's fresh kills are made
You were a witness to a descent
A broken vase and a hole in the head
Such a waste of loving plans
Such a waste of loving plans
Big plans for the dead man
The pavement cracks don't mean you any harm either
Big plans for the dead man
Who can't relax while there's still so much he hasn't done
Tell me will the questions ever stop?
Tell me will the hunt ever give up?
So transfixed by wall-clock-ticks we wait
Pressure builds while time's fresh kills are made
You made an enemy of the world
You got exactly what you deserved
Such a waste of loving plans
Such a waste of loving plans
Big plans for the dead man
Who bent the facts 'til they settled into his vision
Big plans for the dead man
Who daren't subtract all the losses from decisions
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