Say to me the things you should've said before.
Say you need me more than ever before.
Sure I'm not so loving, not so kind at all.
Sure I'm not so elegant when I put up the wall.

Who? You?

Tell me what's the price to pay if nothings lost
What's this bill of sale when nothings here to be bought
Sure I'm kinda empty-just a little black hole
Sure I'm kinda greedy, I'm just selling what I stole

Take, take.
No! Gimme gimme!
Take, take.
Just gimme, gimme everything.

If you're certain, tell me the honest truth here
If you know for sure then tell me what I'm doing here
I can tell you that this is not a proper excuse
And I can tell you that faith is not a weapon you can use

10/05/2014

Posted on 10/06/2014
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