Let's stop the run and look a bit
Clean thoughts and worries, sharp your wit
I'll tell you things might make a hit
So please relax and take a sit
How often you hust look around
And thing about your surround
How many people have you drown
How many corpses feed your lawn
How many chances left behind
How many dances ended blind
How many men you stabbed the back
How many lifes that you have wrecked
How many lies you told in past
How many hopes have turned to dust
How many friends you trade for pence
How many liars in your fence
And after all you prey your God
To make your sorrows go abroad
And after all your mind prefers
To find someone to heal the curse
So now, please think a little bit
Catch thoughts, decissions, sharp your wit
Is God the only one you served
Or you just have things you deserved
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Let's stop the run and look a bit
Clean thoughts and worries, sharp your wit
I'll tell you things might make a hit
So please relax and take a sit
How often you hust look around
And thing about your surround
How many people have you drown
How many corpses feed your lawn
How many chances left behind
How many dances ended blind
How many men you stabbed the back
How many lifes that you have wrecked
How many lies you told in past
How many hopes have turned to dust
How many friends you trade for pence
How many liars in your fence
And after all you prey your God
To make your sorrows go abroad
And after all your mind prefers
To find someone to heal the curse
So now, please think a little bit
Catch thoughts, decissions, sharp your wit
Is God the only one you served
Or you just have things you deserved
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