Speak for your sins
No truth in what you're hiding
Trapped birds in the sheets
Asking a slave to give
What was never his
No truth in what you're hiding
Trapped birds in the sheets
Asking a slave to give
What was never his
There's been a fortress around my heart
I could say the same for yours
A mistress in distress
It's probably how you people
Are always left alone
Hoping is excrement
Way too obvious
I think you have been lying
And i think you should be
I have been too,
Well i'm just as screwed as you
Bolted down like stale statues
Killing tourists with kindness
What is your god damn problem?
I wish it could
The problem is as real as the situation at hand
What is your god damn problem?
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