Caste your eye for they've designed The sharpened fang, a friendly face Caste your eye for they've designed The sharpened fang, a single race
Licking their wounds when they have confrontations Special kind of vitriol or is it subliminal? Puffing up their chest because they have big aspirations Is it sentimental? Is it not just criminal?
I'm not ready to forget this I'm not ready to accept this I'm not ready
Watch your back for they'll recruit The quiet ones at summer fetes Watch your back for they'll recruit The quiet ones with silent hate
What species is this? What century? I'm too tired to protest this But i'm too worried I'll regret this I'm not ready to accept this Ready
What species is this? What century? What species is this? What species is this? What species is this? What century?
Caste your eye for they've designed The sharpened fang, a friendly face Caste your eye for they've designed The sharpened fang, a single race
Licking their wounds when they have confrontations Special kind of vitriol or is it subliminal? Puffing up their chest because they have big aspirations Is it sentimental? Is it not just criminal?
I'm not ready to forget this I'm not ready to accept thisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
