He knows no shame and takes no blame this simpleton sees everything he's only satisfied to point out other's mistakes never afraid to use his pride his tradition is old his faith a hand-me-down the family he wears them on his sleeve morale and values left under a christmastree he once had the gift this image in his grandparents eyes no guns no drugs no rape no end this vacant soul is pale and blue in empty gaze his crow's feet are a vision of defeat sick and tired of the meaninglessness the irrationale he's desensitized his every need and emotion a cup half empty but full of euphoria he's searching for the light switch in the dark to switch his routine to find a reason to find faight and piece of mind when one to many beliefs die it's tough to see through these black eyes everyone forgives everyone forgets everyone is true and no one here will lie to you he knows the truth he knows the truth here nothing's certain disregard what you've learned to find faith in piece of mind ! all of thier gods died with his peace i should know him that heathen's me Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
