Black Light Burns
Your Head Will Be Rotting On A Spike
Your head will be rotting on a spikeI don't complain much but I mightYour life's on a loop just like beforeYou stuff your face and still want moreMy head may be rotting on a spikeI don't complain much but I mightGiven the time it's not the time to make an enemyAnd you will stop seeingGive us some time and try to wind up all the ends you findThere's no end to be seenNow that you're blind they're not so kind, not so accepting nowThat you are not breedingBring all you have and all you had, give all you gotOr stopOur heads they are rotting on their spikesWe can't complain, we lost our sightAs useless as we were beforeWe stuff our face, but we are sureWe are soreGiven the time it's not the time to make an enemyAnd you will stop seeingGive us some time and try to wind up all the ends you findThere's no end to be seenNow that you're blind they're not so kind, not so accepting nowThat you are not breedingBring all you have and all you had, give all you gotOr stop
From Letras Mania