You reap what you sow, believe me I know I'm the sorriest peasant around, the crops are expanding, ever demanding As my seeds are spread to the ground So what is the problem, complaining 'bout something What others would kill to become A promise of purity, honor and chastity Disgraced so they mount up to none
Prepare myself when the onslaught comes Shutting off what I never had Am I bad Prepare myself when the onslaught comes Everything's so much clearer When the lights are bad
Supply and demand, an easy stand When you've given up on everything Clung to the numbness, expanding the numbers Waiting for something to ring Embracing denial, breathe air for a while Nothing means everything now Accepting the meangless course of our being here Makes it easier somehow
Prepare myself when the onslaught comes Shutting off what I never had Am I bad Prepare myself when the onslaught comes Everything's so much clearer When the lights are badTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
