I Can't Wait Songtext
von Donny & Marie Osmond
I Can't Wait Songtext
I am the plague, I am the rot
I am the bitterness.
I am the war, I am the death,
I am the crucifix.
I am the sacrifice at the end,
I am the fall of man.
I am apocalypse, I′m the debt list,
I'm your last breathe.
I am sin.
I am dancin′.
I can't wait until it's over.
All done and gone.
I can′t wait to lose it all, fuck it all.
Fuck you all. There′s nothing left anyway.
They say that dead men don't pull triggers,
Well prove ′em wrong.
I am catastraphe, I'm conflict,
I am warfare.
I am fatality, I am the wound that′s in your head.
I am the dark, I am the fear,
I am the orphan lamb.
I am anxiety, I am the grave,
I am nothingness.
I am hate. I am lost faith.
I can't wait until it′s over.
All done and gone.
I can't wait to lose it all, fuck it all.
Fuck you all. There's nothing left anyway.
They say that dead men don′t pull triggers,
Well prove ′em wrong.
I'm empty
I can′t wait until it's over.
All done and gone.
I can′t wait to lose it all, fuck it all.
Fuck you all. There's nothing left anyway.
They say that dead men don′t pull triggers,
Well prove 'em wrong.
I am the bitterness.
I am the war, I am the death,
I am the crucifix.
I am the sacrifice at the end,
I am the fall of man.
I am apocalypse, I′m the debt list,
I'm your last breathe.
I am sin.
I am dancin′.
I can't wait until it's over.
All done and gone.
I can′t wait to lose it all, fuck it all.
Fuck you all. There′s nothing left anyway.
They say that dead men don't pull triggers,
Well prove ′em wrong.
I am catastraphe, I'm conflict,
I am warfare.
I am fatality, I am the wound that′s in your head.
I am the dark, I am the fear,
I am the orphan lamb.
I am anxiety, I am the grave,
I am nothingness.
I am hate. I am lost faith.
I can't wait until it′s over.
All done and gone.
I can't wait to lose it all, fuck it all.
Fuck you all. There's nothing left anyway.
They say that dead men don′t pull triggers,
Well prove ′em wrong.
I'm empty
I can′t wait until it's over.
All done and gone.
I can′t wait to lose it all, fuck it all.
Fuck you all. There's nothing left anyway.
They say that dead men don′t pull triggers,
Well prove 'em wrong.
Writer(s): Frank Myers, Matt Johnson, Gary Baker, Stephen Craig Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com