LYRIC FOR SALE

By Exis-tense

VERSE ONE

She’s in our heads

She stays in bed

Fills us with dread

She’s in our hearts

The clouds wont part

We’re in the dark



CHORUS

This is not fate

This is not chance

This is not circumstance

We can choose

Or we can lose

Ourselves to her



VERSE TWO

The things we do

To see things through

To be true

The promise we make

The claims we stake

She makes them fake



CHORUS



VERSE THREE

When she speaks

She makes us weak

And feel so bleak

She crushes hope

She makes us mope

And feel alone

CHORUS



BRIDGE

Is it me?

Or is it her?

The Saboteur



VERSE FOUR

The care we take

The choice we make

The bonds we break

We’ve failed again

Is this the end?

Or can we mend?



FINAL CHORUS:

This is not fate

This is not chance

It’s self-sabotage

We must choose

Or we will lose

Ourselves to her

The Saboteur . . .