Falling Off - Malbec

Some may said that he took things for granted

Some may said that he got what he asked for

But who can claim that they’re not a bastard

Tricked to drink the poison from masters

Seduced by his dearest disaster

Chosen as her muse and her pastor

All alone

That’s how he’s falling off

Falling off

Days can pass, the knife can consume you

Takes away, it slowly deplumes you

Tricks your friends to turn and in tune you

Tricks yourself to burn and to ruin you

Stop to think, ponder your red ink

'Cause life is too short and that’s trade off

Life’s too short, you’ve gone and fallen off

Truth be told we all got our vices

When we’re left to our own devices

Some quote God of judgment, surprises

Pass the point of change in their pockets

Stop and pause, ponder all you’ve got

Life is too short and that’s trade off

Life’s too short, that’s how he’s falling off

Falling off