Look the world in the face Tell it you don't want its thievery no more Quite rewriting your theatrics Step into the skin you were born to be born in Cause you were no accident my friend You were the experiment of a higher need to win
And win we will (if so instilled) We'll slay through fire Psych those rulers of evil empires When there (sic) souls get thrown through the crowd As we shout... "Why don't you let your heavies out?"
The world will never be your maker Beauty is your undertaker Give a kiss to your nemesis on your way Accept awards on television Credit the lord without his vision You'll be there when everyone is white So why don't you let your heavies write!
Play the game You're all in chains
Kill and kill and Kill your man and feed him to your kids January 24th that's what they did No longer of one kind They are now of all time
Uncover your indifference spell Let your eyes see with their mind If the ocean is so endless Imagine how the rivers of uncertainty unwind Nothing is sacred except what is sacred And the only thing sacred I can't see
Kill your man and feed him to your kids January 24th that's what they did No longer of one kind They are now of all time
The world will never be your maker Beauty is your undertaker Give a kiss to your nemesis while you're here Because everything good is gonna disappear Into the decaying atmosphere So break your mirrorsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
