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Текст: Outspoken. Now.

So pick your ass up again

Now the time passes by
You cover bruises with your excuses again
But when you ask yourself, "Why?"
Everyone around you seems to be alright
You know you could have played it off
But you started sweating, sweating, sweating
When I saw your anger, anger

Now...
Now...

And now the ghost is alive
This apparation has taken over your life
And every time you ask, "Why?"
You never have to pay back what you leave behind
And every time you talk it out
The time keeps on ticking, ticking, ticking
'Till one day it's over, over

Now...
Now...

You're not the victim here
You know the time is

Now...
Now...

Don't give in on the way down
Now, you'll never have to leave me
Now, you'll never have to leave from this place
To a much better place
But when everything is over
And your head is all clear
I will be right there waiting for you to be here
(The time is, the time is now)
(The time is, the time is now)
(The time is now)

But once you go and cross the line
You can't re-cross that line
Execution style is not the way to go
And every time you blow it out
The fuse keeps getting shorter, shorter, shorter
'Till one day it blows up in your face

Now...
Now...

Get up off your ass, you know the time is

Now...
Now...

Change your pathetic life
You know the time is

Now...
Now...

But don't give in on the way down

Now...