Small Things by pointless

Tell me, can you chase the dragon from its lair?
Can you stop the asteroid racing towards earth?
As our heroes saddled up to save the world
Our town was left so vulnerable and bare

What‘s that sound right in the middle of the night?
Who‘s there, digging at your wall?
So many claims to fame you never got it right
Fate would not answer any calls

And you always thought the end would be tragic
But doom never quite fit the bill:
A glass too much, a virus, an insult thrown at will

It‘s the small things that kill

Who‘s director and designer of your days?
Gotta take back the control
Shed the breadcrumbs that will guide you through the maze
Put your own stamp on that role

As you break the spell and write the script yourself
Twisted plot and open end
Flee the paragons that you once called for help
Lest they gain the upper hand

They will consume you
My friend, you‘re a fool on a hill
In for the thrill

It‘s the small things that kill

And we meet them all again
All the things we never named
They will be there at the end
When it all got out of hand

It‘s the small things that kill
It‘s the small things

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