2 acessos
Stale and old with no reason to get in control
My deepest thoughts will always be the same
I`m worried about the leaders
I`m worried about our loss
And the shape of the whip that hit and leads our souls
Face the frauds of their illusion turn it off and get your own
It's deranged and complicated when all that shit is pouring down
Safe and sound with no reason to touch solid ground
My deepest thoughts will always be the same
But I´m worried about the cheaters
And I´m worried about their hold
And the weight of the words and and the shit is getting really old
Face the frauds of their illusion turn it off and get your own
It's deranged and complicated when all that shit is pouring down