Well stop cashing me in for a thin line You're right on track to know what it feels like to lose more than you've ever gained Charges pending further investigation You've got to expect that you're falling from graces Rehearsing all your persona will need when you're front-page fighting (aim) for your dignity I almost taste the the irony How fiction replaces history Use daunted glow to light your page You say those feelings of doubt will never cut across your mouth I know that Socrates and impurities are getting you down You'll take all they've got to get your fill Your time is running out You're getting carried away because no one cares about your fame I see the dagger in your name Deny your roots for future rain, for future reign Add one more kill to raise your worth It's so sad, cause it's all the truth you have Trade breath for gold There's no Armageddon when banks are there to relieve you Why prevent yourself to take wealth from someone else Dare to incite yourself when you're your only foe You're carried away Nothing's real about your fame I can see you drown in your own wake So pale, so thin you'd float away I see you trying so hard So no one will ever take your place when you feel the dagger brush your face Well' I deny myself what I can take when I can wait'and expect the same Incriminated, your teeth still shine over the suffering Deceiving trade, but the blade will shineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
