Nosedive
Hariette Pilbeam, Joe Agius, Jorge Elbrecht
What you want and what you've got aren't always what you need
Spend your time trying to walk a line, seeking serendipity
Keep serving your head on a platter expecting loyalty
When all you need is a glimpse into a parallel reality
Wasted youth is a tragedy when you're in the driver's seat
Pray for someone to take control while you ignore your basic needs
Stop spinning the wheel with a plan, forget fortuity
Nothing quite like a drop of blood to reveal who's circling
Forget about the casualties
I'm not a fan of subtlety
I only wanna help you see
Oh, how different it can be
I'm so ready to fuck fortuity
I'm so sick of the bruises on my knees
I'm so ready to
I'm so ready to
I'm so sick of the bruises on my knees