Pure Soundart

Ride Paranoia
Picked out, smashed out, grabbed off, ripped out My head hurt like thousend drums calling Hurt now, sucked off, shattered in pieces All my longings have eaten my soul Caved in, accused of, not being nice My innards feel turned inside out Trapped all, my way, liberate myself Not looking back this time Sick of all lies, bury me Sick of all lies, hide baby hide Sick of all lies, bury me Ride, ride baby ride Cut out, shout out, scream out my sorrows There's no listening right here Picked out, smashed out, grabbed out, ripped out My head hurt like thousend drums calling Hurt now, control, lost all my way Is it you stopping me go on rampage Sick of all lies, bury me Sick of all lies, hide baby hide Sick of all lies, bury me Ride, ride baby ride From Letras Mania