Copyright L0stKydz, all rights reserved (You’re lucky... lucky... now) (lucky... lucky... now) [Instrumental] Most don’t get another chance… (You’re lucky... lucky... now) (lucky... lucky... now) [Instrumental] (It’s fuzzy, enough it, struck me…) I’ve been stuck in the chains of the changes I’ve made to escape the truth… The modifications I’ve made are what chains this body I move… I feel locked in a cage... Covering every inch of the chamber inside... I'm stuck creating these murals and paintings… even if it means damaging my mind… You can’t give up again… (You’re lucky... lucky... now) (lucky... lucky... now) [Instrumental] Most don’t get another chance… (You’re lucky... lucky... now) (lucky... lucky... now) [Instrumental] (It’s fuzzy, enough it, struck me…) But what do I know? When what’s coming my way isn’t regret? But from what I’ve built to hide it… Maybe I am only confused; maybe the words I said were misused? To allow my actions to remain excused… But if all I am are these questions? What’s the use? When I’m… Seeing the sky through glass. Liquor on my breath, standing alone in a sea of my own selfishness… Making the days last longer than before, losing time in this dark corridor. But it’s better than out there… Even when my lungs are burning, I feel better with this type of medicine… Maybe you’ll see me when I disappear, and the day finally ends. And the doors close shut, and I have nowhere to go… [Instrumental] Most don’t get another chance… (You’re lucky... lucky... now) (lucky... lucky... now) [Instrumental] Most don’t get another chance… (You’re lucky... lucky... now) (lucky... lucky... now) [Instrumental] (You’re lucky... lucky... now) (lucky... lucky... now)
