All the broken promises you spoke
Pave a boulevard to hell
And you can’t buy time
Cause a sure sign that you’re broke
Is no soul that you can sell
To bring you a dime.
The prayers that you’re uttering
Make your tongue stumble
Whenever you speak
And you can’t stop muttering
At the world that tumbles
Just when you’re weak.
You can’t really help falling
When the ground crumbles
Beneath your feet
And going down is your calling
When destiny mumbles
A curse when you meet.
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