Moby Bryant

To know I won't make it
So surprised, I'm jaded
Too much, too fast, maybe
I prefer the excess

Tailored for the one you want before
Stitch it up, it's not like you've been torn

Although we both hate it
Everybody wants us complacent
You still be so patient
What else do they expect?
You know I can't become
You've no idea what's to come

Tailored for the one you want before
Stitch it up, it's not like you've been torn


Tailored for the one you want before
Stitch it up, it's not like you've been torn
Tailored for the one you want before
Stitch it up, it's not like you've been torn