Wide Of The Mark

Budd Dwyer
I am so comforted by misery of loved ones Each tear that falls is a gain in my ego Dont weep for me i am heartless Weep for the ones who will miss you Well hey, the things that you say are the reason that, These bridges are on fire They make the whole world glow but we dont care so let them burn Rotting through the floor and now rusting foundations Your eyes are seas but they wont wash me away This all brings me great joy Laughing at the fall of an angel If this is all too much to ask then I suggest we try This, my gun the cheap whore, she blows for free From Letras Mania