The Dying - The Winery Dogs

Tell me what, tell me what but I, I don’t care anymore.

I was born lost like a fool but nobody cares about my kind.

I have a dream, oh, but it can’t be mine.

It’s on and on and on and on, I don’t care anymore.

I toyed with the demons in my head but I’m passed that now.

They said I could’ve had it all but you know I don’t, I don’t care anymore.

You know I’m trying to lead, but I’m weaker than you see.

There’s no sense in disguising, I don’t care anymore.

Wash the magic off my shoulder.

Bring the monster to his knee.

I’m the war and I’m the soldier.

I’m the dying and I am disease.

I’m talkin so smooth but I know it’s all nothin I need.

I’ve got so many moves to chick a sea but I just can’t settle on.

And maybe watching you glean is the answer to my dream.

I gotta leave it all behind.

Wash the magic off my shoulder.

Bring the monster to his knee.

I’m the war and I’m the soldier.

I’m the dying and I am disease.