You've got a lot to loose It's delicate and there's proof But it's not worthy of news
Your target is the young You pierce your hook through the tongue Reeling them in one by one
You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known
You've got a lot to say But your words are a plague Spreading hate and washing brains
Your proverbs are a joke They're only there to provoke You won't force them down my throat
You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known
You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home
The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known
You've got a lot to loose It's delicate and there's proof But it's not worthy of newsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
