| Lyrics: | Tell me something that I don’t know.
You don’t approve of the
difference.
You can’t wait for things,
change to slow.
Think you do, but you,
just,
just don’t get it.
And this,
is the most that.
The wool
pulled over your eyes.
Just the future your bracing for.
Confuse, your, faith, with
the right to shoot them down.
A choice for yourself.
You can choose for yourself,
but
not for me.
And this,
is the most that.
Wool pulled over your
eyes.
You disagree so, whatever.
Don’t have to shoot me down.
You never
see, not, ever,
Not,
never try to pretend.
Its just as easy.
Its not your
right.
Its not your body.
And if it was,
and you are the target of,
so much hate
in your bones.
And I shoot and you kill,
and you kill,
and you kill.
This,
is, not, your, choice |
