Testo White Faced - Breed

White Faced

Don’t think that one of you stand me
Like a bred fed grab at the balls
I know that it’s all the same to me
We’ll grab it
Don’t think that your numbers will hold me
And when your world dissolves you will be holy
Don’t think that you’re looking intrusive
To me all look confusing
One left standing
Not behind a curtain
And he’s there to rub the flames
No drive no courage no reason
My wrath liberates again
Putting myself through the south flames
White faced in southern flames
White faced
White faced in southern flames
White faced
Struck cold at the end of a loosing fight
White faced in this fortune of vacuums
Right faced wouldn’t keep you alive damn it
Our pretense is always your business
Your business is always a fake step
Not trying to write you the screenplay
Carved in stone
White faced in southern flames
White faced
White faced in southern flames
White faced
White faced in southern flames
White faced
White faced in southern flames
White faced