Lincoln Jesser - Rolling Stones

one of my favourite lyrics In such a rush to beat the crime Forget what I set out to find Trapped in a tale as though there’s time The death of better men then me I’m chasing dragons through this case Convinced myself this is just a game Pass by a master and their slave One in the same is what they’ll be Lord knows this world is cold No one makes it on their own God bless the rolling stone Hope will find they’re holding on In such a rush be the man Lose track of that for which I stand Unsure of when this all began Ill try my best to toll the line. I’m chasing monsters thru this maze I can’t quite pretend this just a game Must hear a voice to call my name Or any other kind of sign Lord knows this world is cold No one makes it on their own God bless the rolling stone Hope will find they’re holding on Lord knows this world is cold No one makes it on their own God bless the rolling stone Hope will find they’re holding on