Naposledy vložené
Binance
Nejčastěji prohlížené
Opomíjené

Tongue In Chic (Rolo Tomassi)

The truth is repulsive, utter imperfection Impulsive urges carelessly lain on the unsuspecting victim Gracefully tear open the vulnerable Vicious thoughts carried out with a dormant mind Tell me what you see, because these eyes know Tastelessly disposed with no remorse When you come to point your finger Now you’ll find all 4 are pointing back When speeches are worthless and thoughts are senseless Hushed voices drown you out Listen to me when I say I am not afraid to say this Exposed for what you are, you are numb and void And I am sick to death anyway Always amounting to apology When you are proven guilty Yet allowed to move freely Now I am seeing clearly Oh now how the plot thickens As I am crawling like a fog Then away I drift Not only dismissed I swear I quit