paroles de chanson Descendants - Metric

I lie awake with a stomach ache
And the first man drowns in the last man's tears
How many rounds of monogamy
Find me listing the glut of believers
I myself played the lottery
Blame myself in the cold with a fever
How much guilt can you tolerate
Count myself among liars and cheaters

Roughed up riding a tidal wave
Time is up for your favourite deceivers
Life or death hangs in instant change
Ripping the gun from the hands of the shooter

Seconds away from the end coming sooner
Saving the day when I'm seconds away from the end

No, I don't get mad retroactively
And I don't get caught in the spokes of the wheel
Kick back on the sidelines, a better place
Damn sure I don't ask how they pack that arena
I once set foot out where no one would
I should pat myself on the back in the morning
But I lie awake with a stomach ache
Stuck in my ways and afraid of conforming

Stuck in my ways and afraid of conforming
Stuck in my ways and afraid of conforming
Stuck in my ways and afraid of conforming
It goes by in a rush and there's only so much you can change

Are there unknown descendants?
And the descendant, all independent