Tiny Y Son Voodoo Complex
I can’t forget every f..ckin’ step
within these four walls a fallacy itself to remind
of every single breath I took for you
it’s got me wrapping up in shame
the devotion of silence embellish every day
wake me up
the reflection of distrust always on time
to proclaim I’ll die
the solid state of brick you call heart
won’t crush me anymore it was always you
the better me a lifeless party and I’m still the king of
gutters
supposed to rot in here that´s more than shame
brand-new me I’m not missing any second
nice wish it’s growing sorrow every second
bury this place it´s the source of the worst
nightmare you spill these spitefull dreams
this place is dead
