spoken mouth vague impression underline not living up splitting tongue lack given lesson choke up silt suck down message
feed your sick ways with the blood in my veins if you could have your way would i die show me the hate that you made up so sweet with a leash of deceit i would swear you're f..ckin' perfect
it's so true you're a perfect saint for god's sake you're perfectly fake
given out make religion undermine not living up spitting love lack in aggression choke up slit gave you a lesson
feed your black brain with the blood in my veins if you could have your way would i die show me the lie that you stuck in your eye with two sides to your face i would swear you're f..ckin' fake
