Whatever, Mortal Lyrics

I am not ok with this
But here we are
Nobody's dancing

The Daily Mail or the Express
Either way
Nothing I fancy
Mercy

Across the great dismal abyss
It takes an army
We are no army
We're not advancing

Real trouble to exist
You kept the change
I took the bills

You are unhappy with the praise
I guess you're still rising

Mercy
I don't understand
Mercy
It's not the way we planned
Mercy, Mercy
I can't get with that

Mercy
I don't understand
Mercy
It's not the way we planned
Mercy need to bring that back
Mercy
I'm not down with that

I am not happy with the fix
If it were fine
Then why are we broken

I want to cover every kiss
Make up for the mess
Yearn for the power to resist
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