Mr. Fairytale

I'm the prostitudeshade's trick
And I sing that song in the drunk tricky night
Yes, I look for some lost good memory inside

I'm the prostitudeshade's trick
And I get back home dragging off my drunk tricky mind upstairs, tonight
As that crown-prince near his old naive God-king father
I'll aim to the top step
And waving my vain flag
As a modern fairytale's slave
I'll be free to choose my prison's colours
I'll be free to choose my prison's colours
Again
So let me feel good inside
And insane, yeah insane like a child
Cause when I'll be old and wise
All of my Gods should be weak, no rise
The promises in the breeze, dancing on ever mistakes road, evil
Even I feel that I'm so exorcised again
I drop behind myself in finding who I am
With no reasons to buy a mirror
Without my name and no gifts nor keys
No one visits your body's prison
That looks like an air cell fluctuating, like a lazy bumblebee
I express my game
You express my fame
I guess you're as lame as me
So share your pity pain with no greed.



Credits
Writer(s): Dario Denis Cassiere
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