歌词

What's twisted, is fact
Is that this year won't let me be
What's twisted, is fact
Is that this year won't let me be
What's twisted, is fact
Is that this year won't let me be
Aren't I sick of it, fucking again
But this shit is such a repeat
My options, are ending soon
And the world's got its gun to my head
Without failure there would be no success
Without failure there would be no success
Can you still be an emotional man
That would leave me lifeless
And now I'm fucked with the spineless
Move
So I grabbed a pen
Started jotting this down
Read this and know
I'm gonna go
Rise birds, for you shall let me be
Rise birds, for you shall let me be
Rise birds, for you shall let me be
Rise birds, for you shall let me be
Written by: Monsters
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