All these consequences
They won’t add up to the size
Of my bottle

All you sitting fences
You cannot decide to decide
Your battles

When old men count their money
Tell stories of missing days gone as well
And while you sleep can you
Revive them

Disappearing in and coming out of conciousness
Holding on, I’ll figure out all this mess

While you sit defenseless
You won’t add up to the size
Of my bottle
All these dull your senses
Your wasting the time of your life

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Words & music by Hofmann / Kiley