Epigone Songtext
von Public Memory

Through the glass I′m dilated
I need a change in the weather too but
I been talked around the town
But I'm not sorry for nobody


Who runs over the middle man
Your nemesis could shush your maker
I bend the knee on faded paint
Tough luck with a token grimace

I didn′t crawl on hands and knees for
You to breeze through a mystery yeah
Fight or flight, I should have known
You'd pick the bone at the clap of daybreak