Слезы Счастья - Fake | Текст песни

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FAKE

…OF MY EYES, LIKE LIFE
TO YOUR CRIES WILL REPLY
AND SEE YOUR CROOKED SILHOUTTE
WAY BACK THE ROAD, I CAN’T HELP IT
YOUR FISTS FLY UP AND TURN THEIR BACKS AT YOUR ENEMY
YOU WANT MY THESIS? WORDS THAT YOU’LL HEAR, ‘TAIN’T MANY ON IT
THE MOTHS OF YOUR THOUGHTS GO TURN THE SCREWS ON ANYBODY ELSE
BUT WHEN IN PACKS THEY’LL FLITTER AFTER ME HUGE SWELLS…
…OF MY EYES, LIKE LIFE
TO YOUR CRIES WILL REPLY
AND SEE YOUR CROOKED SILHOUTTE
WAY BACK THE ROAD, I CAN’T HELP IT
I WON’T PREACH, ALL PRIESTS ARE WORTH’S WALLPAPER GODS
YOU UNDERSTAND, I AIN’T NO FUCKING FREAK YOU FUCKING ARE
ENIGMA FOOLS, NEW AGE HAS BURIED YOU AWAY
THOSE WHO CAN’T LIVE THEIR LIVES ARE FAKES
TAKE MY HAND, I’LL LEAD YOU THROUGH
ALL I EVER GET IS REPROACHED BY YOU
FEELING SAFE, WHEN THE DAYS ARE GETTING PALE SHIT
NIGHT’S THE MISTERY, ISN’T IT? SAY IT.