My hands are blistered from digging up every lie you've dug into the heads all of your followers. Day by day i'm uncovering more bullshit. If this shit doesn’t end I’m going to lose it. All the hatred. This blind trust. Guilty conscience. It’s time to put you on my hit list. New breeds of locusts. Born out of liars. Don’t call me out if your full of shit, bitch. Don’t accept the lies if the truth is within your reach. Ignoring the facts just makes you a leech. You call yourself a saint, speaking these words of “gold” But they’re all empty prayers. It’s time to break the mold.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
