Your sweet disguise Is so evil on the outside What lives inside is Pathetic, scared, and victimized
Your stitched wings are beginning to fray The abyss now gazes back on you A darker, emptier shadow of pain Now all I hear are double-dealing lies We are not the same
Rolls and rolls and rolls Rolls and rolls and rolls
Rolls and rolls and rolls And in his grave he rolls and rolls and rolls And in his grave he rolls and rolls and rolls And in his grave he rolls and rolls and rolls And in his grave heTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
