The brutal truth is That I'm just a simian strutting around in a 4K suit and cumming In their eyes, I'm normal and social But when someone is screaming While they scream I just act like I'm fuckin Dumb I wouldn't I fuckin hoisted it up Stupid Guess I fuckin forgot
I was beating the nails into the cross with my fists
The brutal truth is that I'm just an idiot walking around I'm a cheap gorilla suit Shake hands with Wonga On Christ I'm gonna Reach inside your fuckin skull and pry until I find the fuckin Song There's nothing The truth of the matter is Good And fucking Things fucking apart
I was beating the nails into the cross with my fists
Alright fine I didn't wanna have to tell But since you're here in my house now Cornering me I didn't wanna have to tell you But I've been changing I'm in an altered state
And that's my brutal truth
Hang myself Kill myself No Look Hey, look at me Look at him You know, guys like us We gotta stick together Ok?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.