A philistine with a serious mind Complex and refined and nothing that a bullet can't stop The kind of rage for a serious age on a digital page Let's my family know that I am the boss I'm the man, I'm the fire brand, I am Sam, Maradonna man I am the the hand of God A holy roller and I'm turning tricks over A busted Corolla in a pitch black parking lot
I got so much glass in my feet I cut the street when I walk I got so much glass in my soul I cut the sky when I pray
God of the city, Goliath's son, Omega supreme Stars are a pattern of bruises across the sky Videosyncratic feed
I got so much glass in my feet I cut the street when I walk I got so much glass in my soul I cut the sky when I pray
This is the endless refrain and it will end all the same Just like a putrid disease I tried my best to relate but I failed to connect I just fray at the seams
I am without fear and without shame I am perfect and I am beyond sane This screen protects me from your reasons It's my armour against insignificance The last line of defence against torment Against complacency is resistance The last line of defence against torment And mediocrity, is persistenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
