I Exist
Holy Profit
On your way to burning they found youMerchants of instant promisesTo replace the pain and sufferingWith all lost through years of pure illnessThis rose has fucking thornsThat cute the conscious outThey?ll trophy hunt your lifeFrom the confines of a cageThey aim to build a hate amongThose who fearThey trap you and they bleed youTo profiteerFor temporary healingLies a tollReminded by your saviourYou owe your soulCan you conjure strength to fightThe jaws of the quicksandThat feels a meal is best served withA side of extortionYou?ve got to break the curse and tasteRealities sweet airAnd break away from the dark ageBrought on by despair
From Letras Mania