Tytuł: Blackball

• Wykonawca: Over It
• Wyświetleń: 447

Despite the din the only thing
  I hear is a screaming thought spun in my mind
  A voice I left behind is following, growing, calling me back.
  Just once I wish that some great wave would spray and sweep me off my feet
  The cribs got cracks and they all think ill slipping
  Sometimes we fall, sometimes its safe
  to hide behind a false face,
  This time I've got no faith to hide
  Just perfect hindsight.
  Cast me out if you can
  And if it's unfair, well life's unfair.
  As for pipe dreams,
  You label me, I'll level you.
  Equipped for this; if you've got threats
  Come on take your best shot
  If I lost my way then I'll stumble back to the lost and found.