Plans

Wake up dreamer
It’s happening without you
Cut your hair and shave your beard
You squandered your chances
I’ll give you a thousand pounds
To show me how you do it Stop being so laissez-faire
We’re all scared of the future
Been training vipers to come for you
In your dreams to release you
Been training vipers to come for you
In your sleep
And the ravens are leaving the tower
And the ravens are leaving the tower
Make your peace
I’ve got a taste for blood
Leave the weak, leave the young
I’ve got a taste for blood
I’m walking out without you
You will kill or be killed
It’s about progress
I’ve got a taste for blood
Wake up sleepyhead
It’s happening without you
Such a nice guy
You tell me everything twice
Whipcrack speed jump
We will run backwards
Stop being so laissez-faire
We’re all scared of the future
We make plans for big times
Get bogged down, distracted
We make plans for good times
All neon, all surface
So kiss me before it all gets complicated
I’ve got a taste for blood