Siloed

With a little worth in this evil world
Withering waiting for my time
In this bitter end I'm a little bird
Shivering waiting for my time

It's a little chase what a chase
What a chase tide is on my shoulder
It's a little waste what a waste
What a waste waiting for my time

With a little dent in this dissonant
Innocence waiting for my time
In this wintering I'm a little bird
Shivering waiting for my time

It's a little chase what a chase
What a chase tide is on my shoulder
It's a little waste what a waste
What a waste waiting for my time

It's a little chase always been the case
Always been a little trace of grace
No color in the face rotten in a race
What a little waste to embrace

And I'm still waiting for my time
And I'm still waiting for my time