Cold by decision When the tide falls In your defense Our time was progression
It all started As a thought A device or Some deviant art Contrived by the hell I sought
Distort my view The red on the wall is fresh and new Tell me it's not true The red on the wall will come from you
I am the burden of your world today By your ill will I'll never go away I know too well of being betrayed The plague on your life is kaleidscopic
Useless you all are Nonsensical
Say "death" Dream come true Say "death"
What'd you say to me You piece of shit Family's just a title Run away from me
What do you think of your little boy now? Have I made you proud? Have I made you proud, dad? What do you think of your little boy now? Tell me who I am; I don't give a goddamn
Feigning Sad to see I'm lost Apathy Taken Tragedy I know That you're gone
I don't regret this I never will In my defense You're a heartless dickhead In her defense You fucking deserved itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
