One two Freddy's commin' for you, three four better lock your door, five six grab your crucifix... something wicked this way comes premeditated evil numbs cartoon kids crayola smiles children of the korn fed styles but I don't buy your lies I see through your disguise don't feel your screams or cries why? .....
I'm sick of looking so sick I can't, I'm sick of the sycophant, sick of listening so sick I can't, I'm sick of the sycophant.
I see you brethless and deranged a little girl who's acting strange tryna scare us with your scream but it's all routine and all you do is take steal and imitate you are what you create you're fake!...
I barely recognise... you in your new disguise cosmetic covered eyes just tell me why? Why? Why? Why? You put the make-up on, you take the make-up off searching to be found but you're so fuckin' lost....
Now the road to hell is paved with stones and some of those are fakes and clones counterfeits which suck and bleed us wearin' fuckin' adidas but something aint just right, no substance only hype with faith you got the life that made you rich and a punk ass bitch!....
Sick of you and anyone like you, sometimes I think I've lost my mind... or else this whole world's blind!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
