Wear your desecration Like a declaration (of your war) Scars that make impressions After all that's what these lessons (have been for)
Wear your desecration Like a declaration (of your war) Scars that make impressions After all that's what these lessons (have been for)
How can I face this disease I can't get away from me How can I face this disease Can anybody help me this day
Take it by the fucking throat and say that I will live through this
For your pleasure or your pain Society's a game
(How can I face this disease I can't get away from me Wear your desecration Like a declaration of your war)
While they campaign in poetry And govern in prose In their twisted sorority Dying for the throne You never really know just who the king will choose Till your bygones are gone
Take it by the fucking throat and say that I will live through this Take it by the fucking soul and live through this
For your pleasure or your pain Society's a game
Wear your desecration Like a decoration of war, of your war Cause after all That's what these lessons have all been for, all been for
Everything wrong with you is the same that's wrong with me What's wrong with me is everything wrong with you
It's a brand new mirror I see myself for the first time It's oh so clear Open my heart Open my mind
For your pleasure or your pain Society's a gameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
