The Fool's Fooling Himself (Matthews Scott)

Oh, friend child What hell with the innocent smile In a drained state Filled his breath blow right out the gate Losing disbelief Seen his laugh from the way down the street Finds it hard to breath When you're a shot from the dead-end sleeve Yeah, I only wince at your hell I was paid to except what was dead Like a fool I've been fooling myself Fool like no one else I'll be the Mars Losing all control for sure I'm in debt with pain I can't bleed no more If the morning sun Fills your eyes and it's sun in your laws? See the clouds face Raise a smile to the cries that he hates Only time will tell If the rose isn't red anymore And expresses are blank Then you know who to thank Who to thank, who to thank I only wince at your hell I was paid to except what was dead Like a fool I've been fooling myself Fool like no one else I'll be the Mars? Losing all control for sure I'm in debt with pain I can't bleed no more