Can you hear the bells toll? It's Christmas sale at the mall Can you see the horizon burn? Glowing neon of grocery store
So you believed they cut off your wings These marks on your back are whip scars What you thought was a morning star Was just a cigarette lit in the dark
You dream of wielding a sword True hero that saves the world But you will die in bed, alone Scared, obese, most likely overdose
So you believed they cut off your wings These marks on your back are whip scars What you thought was a morning star Was just a cigarette lit in the dark
You already know that you are not in control You're being controlled, controlled, controlled You already know that you are not choosing You're being sold, sold, sold You already know that you are not buying You've been bought, gift-wrapped and delivered
So you believed they cut off your wings These marks on your back are whip scars What you thought was a morning star Was just a cigarette lit in the dark
Doors open when you knock Answers come when you ask So give up, bend over and pray I mean pay, it's time to payTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
