Hate, something, someway, each day, feeling ripped off again now.
Why? This shit inside.
Now everyone will follow.
So give.. me..
noth.. ing.. just.. feel.
And now
the sheep will follow.
God
paged me, the more I see the light, he wants to see.
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
God paged me, the more I see the light, he wants to see.
God told me, I've already got the life, oh I say...
