All Bets Off - Fall From Grace текст песни

I'm a cynic on a mission, gotcha wishin' I was dead. Cause the dread that I be dishin' and the suspicion in my head. And I bled for the masses. But they asses got greedy. The seedy side of love is you don't love me but you need me. Feed me lies, you devise to enslave me. I gotta save myself 'cause no one else will save me. No one's going to catch me when I fall from grace... And so I close my eyes on the world that closed it's eyes on me. What else can I do? No one's going to catch me when I fall from grace.