K / Kayser / A Note from Your Wicked Son
Too drunk to sleep Too cold to dream But as I write these lines I still hear your lies
You were never there To ease the pain You were never there More than to bring me down
You were never there When I held my breath You were nveer there In my talks with death You sure did your best To plant the dirt Well I did my part But you never dropped that guard
Well did you find relief When you skipped away Don't count me in Don't expect me to show up Don't expect me to attend At your funeral
You woke my hate You changed my fate You choked my youth You despise the truth
You live a lie It drags you down You woke my hate And where it takes me I don't know Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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