People say the words of love
People say the words you like
And when your pleasure reaches top
You realize that they lied
This is when you feel the fury
This is when it’s hard to stop
Chorus (fry)
And you hate
And you hate
And you hate them all
And you plot
And you plot
And you plot their fall
In this stage of extreme loathe
In this stage of burning blood
Your mind is trapped within a cage
A cage that scorches all you have
And its bars are freezing cold
And it’s so hard to flip the page
Chorus
Post je objavljen 24.04.2007. u 20:10 sati.