I know why you're lookin' at me that way...
I know exactly what it is you're tryin' to say...
I ain't got no answers man, I never did before,
But your wet eyes tell me that you want more...
So I think about it and now I want to know,
Who the fuck it is telling us to go.
Ney Nostradamus, what've you got against us,
Hey Nostradamus, you didn't even know us...
We look for the answers in each others eyes,
But all we can find are the dripping knives,
Of stabbings, of murders, of suicide,
We're buried below the bodies without a light...
So I think about it and now I want to know,
Who the fuck it is telling us to go.
Ney Nostradamus, what've you got against us,
Hey Nostradamus, you didn't even know us...
If you look real deep you see it deep inside,
This aint the first time the real parish has lied,
But you know I found out who's gonna survive,
Those who can go back, rediscover how to be alive...
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