Gönderen : physco_burock

I see you had your mind all made up you group of
pitiful liars. Before I woke to face the day. Your master
plan transpired. - Something told me - this job had more to
meet the eye. My song is not believed? My words some-
what deceiving? Non I'm unnhole.
* You've waged a war of nerves
But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...
5 minutes alone.
I read your eyes, your mind was made up. You took me for
a fool. You used your complexion of my skin for a counter
racist tool. - You can't burn me - I've spilled my guts out
in the past. Taken advantage of because you know where
I've come. My past
(* repeat)