Winning Lyrics

To never open a book always reading a magazine
Outspend betting if it looks like winning
You haven't been
Knives don't have your back
I wait and I count
The knives don't have your back
I wait and I count
To the last breath we take
What we made doesn't make sense
What's a wolf without the pack?
Open your chest and take the heart from it
Open your chest
What's bad?
We'll fix it
What's wrong?
We'll make it alright, alright
It's gone, we'll find it
Takes so long
We've got time, all the time
Some part of you, too small to lose
Some part of you, too small to lose
All of us, all of you
All of us, all of you
Counting to the last breath we take
What we made doesn't make sense.
What's a wolf without a pack?
Open your chest and take the heart from it
When you talk can I tape you?
How'd you get what we don't know?
We don't know how to help, only how to hound
Nose to the grindstone
Grindstone to the ground.
Don't even visit that place
They'll sharpen their teeth on your smile
I'm glad you didn't
All our songs will be lullabyes in no time.