Saw you standing by yourself again Back in the corners of your mind Time to turn and walk away once more Like you’ve done a thousand times
*Right now you goddamned hypocrite You live on your own. Your life means nothing more to me Than dirt on my soul No, son you don’t wanna start Don’t make me play that part I’ll be your fucking end Now welcome to you funeral march
Now I know that times are hard Life’s got you in no-holds bared You try to stand up to your own mind Your only friend is father time
*Right now you goddamned hypocrite You live on your own. Your life means nothing more to me Than dirt on my soul No, son you don’t wanna start Don’t make me play that part I’ll be your fucking end Now welcome to you funeral march
There’s no one to bale you out Hatred fills your mind with doubt Transgressions past mistakes Fill you mind with hate There ‘s only one thing left to do
Desperate lies numb and cold Left my senses dead and goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
