The fucking warmouth couldn't shut Just as I thought I can't get shut down The struggle goes on but less than all Is not an army to block the convicted The rising bloodrage's in stores out now White line's processed through black - how? How the fuck am I supposed to know I suggest you give it a go
To whom it may concern That cry sure calls upon snow To cover it all up Up to the last drop of sweat I've infected To whom it may concern I've found some trash among us It sure does matter 'cause the winter's fucking through
Happiness isn't always the trigger The staring point's where you've left it off I've explained my gut-churning position Now show me the way to the spot That's not the one I've elected Those ain't the things I'm tied up with Those are the points I'm fed up with And that is the shit I'm made up of
To whom it may concern That cry sure calls upon snow To cover it all up Up to the last drop of sweat I've infected To whom it may concern I've found some trash among us It sure does matter 'cause the winter's fucking through
These are the words of an alternate being Those are the hordes of them smothered in salt I guess I'll cast a shadow upon ruins The ruins of principles clashing like jaws Pinch out the mind splinters in me I have to submit I'm not perfect Admitting I've still got to hold on To stick to my side, not the sold one There's too much ink to waste There's still hell to explore Too much oath to take notice Too much filth to forfeit
To whom it may concern That cry sure calls upon snow To cover it all up Up to the last drop of sweat I've infected To whom it may concern I've found some trash among us It sure does matter 'cause the winter's fucking throughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
