Текст песни THE BALLAD OF THE MAN IN 2ND PLACE - Colliding With Mars
I
scream
into
the
void,
but
nobody
ever
listens
Maybe
if
I
turn
the
formant
down
on
my
voice
It'll
make
a
difference
I
hope
I
fit
in
now,
'cause
I
don't
know
what
to
prove
I
hope
I
fit
in
now,
'cause
I
don't
know
what
to
do
Do,
do,
do,
do,
do,
do,
do,
do,
do,
do,
do
I
work
until
I
drop
and
then
I
think
that
I
deserve
it
I'm
under
the
impression
that
success
would
come
so
early
No
matter
what
the
consequence,
I
hate
it
and
it's
boring
Keep
my
feelings
wrapped
up
so
nobody
starts
to
worry
I'm
always
so
impatient
that
I'll
run
right
in
the
ground
If
my
patience
is
a
virtue,
my
morality
is
sound
Feel
the
cracking
on
depression
at
a
place
of
my
own
head
If
I'm
not
busy,
overworking
I'm
distressed
and
seeing
red
'Cause
I
don't
know
want
to
do
I
hope
I
fit
in
now,
'cause
I
don't
know
what
to
prove
I
scream
into
the
void,
but
nobody
ever
listens
Maybe
if
I
turn
the
formant
down
on
my
voice
It'll
make
a
difference
I'm
always
second
choice
Halted
at
the
line
of
scrimmage
Silently
wishing
that
somebody
sees
through
the
noise
To
help
me
close
the
distance
I
hope
I
fit
in
now
'cause
I
don't
know
what
to
do
I
hope
I
fit
in
now
'cause
I
don't
know
what
to
prove
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