Without feeling guilty they misuse you It doesn't make sense, the things you do Your mind begins to separate From feeling sane You feel no difference Between pleasure and pain
Insecurity you would leave behind Their hollow lies made you blind Charming words you can't resist They preached love you'd always missed
"Come my friend and follow me I'll be there when you need me I know god, I am his son They call me the chosen one"
"Bow my child, before me Swallow my hypocrisy If I am god, you are my son Don't tell them I'm the horned one"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
