Kishore Kumar Hits

Thousand Knives - Waste текст песни

Исполнитель: Thousand Knives

альбом: S/T


Gatekeeper, naysayer, inciter of deceit
Warden, hypocrite, accept your defeat
(A position)
(So righteous)
(So righteous)
A position so righteous it can't be wrong
Watch your words, or pay the price
Lose your tribe, succumb to shame
Ill repute awaits if you slip
Oh, teacher of prejudice
Sharpen your silver tongue
Bare your teeth, sink them deep
Oh, teacher of prejudice
Addicts of status, your bias weighs heavy
Addicts of status, sanctity sundered
Oh, intolerant one
I'd guide you to grace if you were worth it
Venom seeps from your soul

Venom seeps from your soul
Flowers wither where you walk
I would guide you to your grace
But you're a fucking waste

Поcмотреть все песни артиста

Другие альбомы исполнителя

Похожие исполнители