6 May 2012
When you cross the line you take it with you as a trophy.
Wearing a smile on your face, thinking that you own me.
You take me in your hand and grind me to dust,
to be blown in the faces of those you don't trust.
Scapegoated • Opuss № I
6 May 2012
When you cross the line you take it with you as a trophy.
Wearing a smile on your face, thinking that you own me.
You take me in your hand and grind me to dust,
to be blown in the faces of those you don't trust.
Scapegoated • Opuss № I