Winning Songtext / Lyric

Winning

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 a 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 know 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.