10 June 2012
Sex lies People die Always under this wretched sky Oh my Why? Lie to the ones who love us They cry While you fly She seemed so shy He was so blind
War, hate Humiliate Is this my fate? To be food on a plate To try to relate
To people who disobey All I do is lay All day In the hay Because I know the way And the wait
You'll Probably Hate This • Opuss № I