Rolling Over - Low Roar

I’m turning over inside my grave

You’re waking up to face a brand new day

The thoughts I tried to sway would not behave

I’m waiting for you to be late

I wait, I wait

I’m making up my mind to not decide

You’re living up to your hollow disguise

The fateful forced its face upon the prize

I’m making excuses for my

Reprise, reprise

I’m helpless and hopeful to remain so

You’re reckless and ready to have a go

The silence sent a scream into the cold

I’m pessimistic even though

I hope, I hope

I’m turning over inside my grave

I’m waiting for you to be late

I wait, I wait