on through and yeah You're faking your smile so, Let it go! We'll figure it out! As days go by, you scream and you shout out No other way, but going around
Yeah you judge me For god knows what now Always bitching, always moaning And trying to bring me down But, I can't be bothered By all the things you say
's checkmate No other way to describe a catastrophe The plan was drawin' blood and displayed it graphically Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter Horrific torture by prolific authors
