King of the hill that once has been Now just a ghost in the machine In a game where the end keeps justifying the means The backs are stabbed, the throats are cut All the rules have been wiped clean
Like a re-run of a show seen way too many times before You forget some of the twists, but the end you know for sure It's painted up so bright and big Like something that's worth dying for Don't it hurt when those who hailed start to ignore
Your empty words don't mean a thing to me I take my finger off the pulse leading the blind Barbwire promises, I'm leaving you behind Barbwire promises
My song is wrapped in barbwire, And the wrapping's done by you I watch you choke all that inspire, you're narrowing my view Hands tied behind my back I sit and take these soothing sounds Not able to relax until the red-eye's off the ground
Your empty words don't mean a thing to me I take my finger off the pulse leading the blind Barbwire promises, I'm leaving you behind Barbwire promisesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
