Witchcraft
The Outcast
We don't know it but we don't show it
Hard to admit it, but, get a grip now
In the same sandpit throwin' toys and splashing
Sands in her eyes, glory's a sight, to say the least
My analyze is shallow, but I think yeah
Has a point, it keeps me on the ground
And carry my hope, cause
One tied up another diet
Don't yell deeper, just a game for the intellected
Blurry's our sight, to say the least
I saved a nation from a bad economy
Is like sailing away on a endless sea
From Letras Mania