Cake Songtext

von Shiner

I can't hear my phone,
And i'm sure he's been trying to call.
There's a twist in this phoneline now.
Here's a boy
Who can't get them to call.
Feels like hell when
He thinks of his life.
Lost his interest
And found a new wife.
Feed the images
Of his two sons,
But my skins thin and underdone.
I will never expect them
To have fixed the landing pad.
I will never expect them
To have cleared my path back home.

That's the novelty of this debate.
That's the irony of this debate.
That's the file that's been left in my cake.
My teeth won't break.