Comatose Lyrics - Flavour Of The Weak - Front Line Assembly

Here today 

Gone tomorrow 

What's the flavor 

Can I borrow? 

Beg or steal 

What's the deal? 

Beats for the money 

He's not real 

Who stole by the hand 

Who stole by the hand 

Like grains of sand 

We're blown away 

A darkening sky 

We fade away 

Feeling sorrow 

Don't mean a thing 

Fame and fortune 

Are everything 

Bite the bullet 

See the man 

Feed his EGO 

(...) 

No more time 

You feel the rhyme 

Afraid to speak 

The flavor's weak 

Life is cheap 

No time to speak 

Ride the wave 

No sync to slave