Venatici White Flag Lyrics

I sold my soul to the devil
Just to call him a friend
While God was wasting his time
Caught up in yesterday's trends
I know you're waiting to find
Another means to an ends
Talking it over
Again and again, again

I know the bars that you love
And all the money you spend
You know I'm all too familiar
With what you mis-represent
And then you'll call out for help
And then I'll over extend
And win me over
Again and again, again

This has taken it's toll on me
I can't face another day
Don't tell me you're too blind to see
I'm wasting, I'm wasting away

So take your place in the line
With all the Nines and the Tens
And if you're not having fun
Then you'll just have to pretend
Trade in your tired old vice
For something bitter instead
Working yourself into knots
Tying up all your loose ends