Those were just words, I know it Lost sounds that flew by in space Could not have been misdirected Felt like a slap in the face
Is it the point of a story To draw a picture in flame? I grew a heart in molting Pleasure got beat down by shame
And every last person on this big ole fat earth Was given a chance to make their own worth
But those were just words, I wrote 'em Movements and shadows out my mouth Daunted and bored and faulty High hopes are bleeding me out
And every crying baby, shut up Crowds in exodus, all stuck in the mud
Sickening prayers and poems Open doors slammed in a rage Take a good look at the mirror Only a figure in frameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
