I wear my shirt
Like melancholische dirt
My armour's on
Nothing hurts a sinking stone
A man who's naked's so easy mistaken for free
But my armour's on till death will come for me
I wear my shirt
Like melancholische dirt
My armour's on
No one hurts a sunken stone
A man who's naked's so easy mistaken for free
But my armour's on till death will come for me
