Sure feels strange to never obtain What others throw away
One fist in their pocket While the other quickly chops away The pain you once fought for
Keep the lamb in line Those chains was never meant to be that big
Always drawing the shortest straw Surely abstain from your reality Shells never meant this much before
Self teached judges Never taking time To look upon the true core Chains made of cotton Still this hard to breakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
