I am uncommon sense Sits close to abandonment Learning, concerning The different between do or die
Each step taken away from A place of hopelessness Takes me closer To building another kind of family nest
There is no inclusion for sick and tired Nobody close to us and recognize Only exclusion for us, out there Only delusion for her, sits in despair
I can't taste, so beautifully dressed In the moment will feel this I fear I could get to feel this
Destined to upon my name Have around this far from home The children of the day must have some kind My new friends are like that Mechanism I'm so alive in this Children of God, the children of the passion
Found a place to express myself Go on ahead, shadows hold Circle into the board to get my prayers Expensive things as cheap as thrill No such thing as overkill Children of God, the children of the passion
There is no inclusion for sick and tired Nobody close to us and recognize Only exclusion for us, out there Only delusion for her, sits in despair
If there's, it's burning They're just lay there, in burning ? Laying there, to eternity You can't stop the change in them It's easy to mind
I am uncommon sense So beautifully dressed My mother's mistake My father's heartbreak You're good to on fly this
Compositores: Edmund Harold Stevens (PRS), Roisin Marie Murphy (PRS)Editor: Domino Publishing Company Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2015 (08/Mai)ECAD verificado obra #13029861 e fonograma #14364041 em 13/Abr/2024