We abandon clemancy Embracing our malevolence Only when the birds lie dead Will a smile return to this face
Trust given to you is ever misplaced I perceive the negative in your parlance I'd rather your silence to your counsel I'd favour your absence to your pity
Crouched in the corner Embracing itself in a picture of weakness A broken, disgraceful display Howling out and milking the tears
You demand of us With elusive intent Filthy your constant demur Brace for our impious war
Only when the birds lie dead Will a smile return to this faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
