War From A Harlots Mouth No High Five For C. Oward
Is your light shining bright?
Is everybody getting blind?
Received some attention today?
Have you clapped your own back?
Why do I still have to write
Songs about gaining cheap respect?
Words you believe and spit out
Words i don't give a shit about
Make you a liar, a dreamer,
A thieve and a cheater
It's time to call it a day
At hundred days overdue
My hands won't abide
Any longer to you
Investments on a dead market
Commitment on dead meat
Passion on a dead piece of shit
Or heart on a dead f..cking fiend
That's what I am going to beat down
It's what you won't get next year
No way, to you I won't bow down
