Ross Robinson - Old Age Takes Too Long lyrics

I give good headaches I'm made of mistakes A disease named after me Haunts the adjustment fakes Woah, woah, woah, woah I'm just a thing A dull shape, a cliché A figure of speech Taught to forget in full swing Woah, woah, woah, woah The scavenger feeds Circling dead memories I'm told to mend my own heart I've tossed out every piece Woah, woah, woah, woah Full swing, full swing, full swing, full swing