Cruel Invention Songtext
von How to Loot Brazil

I′m not exactly sure
If people my age
Reminisce about
Their teenage dreams
Immortal unconcern
Until the days of bus rides
I carried it to extremes

I've passed the point
Of no return

Never wanted anything so hard
And I sacrifice my sleep
Any given night
And I still disappoint
The ones I love
Sorry for my intentions
Clocks are a cruel invention


I′m not quite sure
If I am right
Never said
It's too late to learn
Seasons come
And the change of tides
I missed the point
Of no return

Never wanted anything so hard
And I sacrifice my sleep
Any given night
And I still disappoint
The ones I love
Sorry for my intentions
Clocks are a cruel invention

Clocks are a cruel invention
Clocks are a cruel invention

Never wanted anything so hard
And I sacrifice my sleep
Any given night
And I still disappoint
The ones I love
Sorry for my intentions
Clocks are a cruel invention


Never wanted anything so hard
And I sacrifice my sleep
Any given night
And I still disappoint
The ones I love
Sorry for my intentions
Clocks are a cruel invention

Chose this one
Got this one
Clocks are a cruel invention
Got this one
Hate this one
Clocks are a cruel invention
Chose this one
Got this one
Clocks are a cruel invention
Feel like some
Lucky one
Clocks are a cruel invention

What weighs
A heart of gold?
What weighs
A heart of gold?
What weighs
A heart of gold?
In a vacuum