Текст и слова песни Viatrophy – Misanthropes
Grace these tired thoughts,
I'm never giving in.
Don't care what you have to
Offer this time,
I'm never giving in.
Force fed this tired game
I should not play them again
Although I feel compelled
I'll not give in to your fucking hell
This is a statement only you can recognise
See sense and logic through the wet film in your eyes
I will try to hold onto this moment
I know that this is nowhere near where we started
I'm never giving in.
Don't care what you have to
Offer this time,
I'm never giving in.
Force fed this tired game
I should not play them again
Although I feel compelled
I'll not give in to your fucking hell
This is a statement only you can recognise
See sense and logic through the wet film in your eyes
I will try to hold onto this moment
I know that this is nowhere near where we started
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