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Overkill - Feed My Head Overkill - Feed My Head |
*** Autor textu: Ellsworth *** Autor hudby: Overkill | Talk is cheep, I can't afford the price of wasted time
Who will reap the profit of the lie?
Fantasy, illusion, fusion, impressions of a high
Sacred is the being of the lie
Drawn is a picture of myself
It's all that I see leaving!
Gone are the cries I heard for help
The mirror spits reflections of a lie
Are you waiting for a chance?
Won't happen standing in the rain
Damage done, the truth is drowning in a sea of hate
Wet, they wear the fiction like a badge over their hearts
Drawn is a picture of myself
It's all that I feel bleeding!
Gone are the cries I made for help
The mirror spits reflections of a lie
Feed my head! I'm hungry for a lie
Be sure and teach your children well to use it pure and slow
Be sure they teach their children, be sure the children's children
Slight of hand, slight of word, slight to believe the absurd
Feed my head, I'm hungry, I'm hungry for a lie
Drawn is a picture of myself
It's all that I see grieving!
Gone are the cries I made for help
The mirror spits reflections of a lie...
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