Lucha_Markre

Lucha_Markre

It’s a shame that they lost their head
A careless man who could wind up dead
You wear your sin like it’s some kind of prize
Too many lies, too many lies
Ohh, ohh…
These words are true and I’ll make you believe
Ohh, ohh…
Yeah, you fight for air and struggle just to breathe
Ohh, ohh…
And you wear your cowardice well
Ohh, ohh…
And I will see you ride it straight to Hell