Let Me Down
Let me down and
Cut me out and
Let me down and
Cut me out and
Take a proper diagnosis 'cause respect is universal
Let me down and
Cut me out and
Let me down and
Cut me out and
Make pretend that you're immortal for supporting your own morals
In an instant, kingdom of the wasteland, salivating chasm for the masochistic
Sins emerge in wisdom disappear in crimson, getting recognized as undiscovered crystal
Facing their silver and not seeing losers, that's why fellows say beggars can't be choosers
Always in the movies, never moving stones, gathering moss
Kill me once and blame's on you
Kill me twice and blame's on me
Kill me once and blame's on you
Kill me twice and blame's on me
We're never static, but we know aesthetic
A room full of losers will never know better
Taking a shovel is answering questions
Taking a shovel is resolving problems
We couldn't relate to the loss of their silver plates and the corresponding quest to retaliate
'Cause the others sales the things that were never theirs
But we bear witness how the cats become the bears
How the feet have become the steps in the blessed states of the united snakes
We reflect on days, when the blood runs dry for the loss of faith but the priest still prays
We're never static, but we know aesthetic
A room full of losers will never know better
Taking a shovel is answering questions
Taking a shovel is resolving problems
Cut me out and
Let me down and
Cut me out and
Take a proper diagnosis 'cause respect is universal
Let me down and
Cut me out and
Let me down and
Cut me out and
Make pretend that you're immortal for supporting your own morals
In an instant, kingdom of the wasteland, salivating chasm for the masochistic
Sins emerge in wisdom disappear in crimson, getting recognized as undiscovered crystal
Facing their silver and not seeing losers, that's why fellows say beggars can't be choosers
Always in the movies, never moving stones, gathering moss
Kill me once and blame's on you
Kill me twice and blame's on me
Kill me once and blame's on you
Kill me twice and blame's on me
We're never static, but we know aesthetic
A room full of losers will never know better
Taking a shovel is answering questions
Taking a shovel is resolving problems
We couldn't relate to the loss of their silver plates and the corresponding quest to retaliate
'Cause the others sales the things that were never theirs
But we bear witness how the cats become the bears
How the feet have become the steps in the blessed states of the united snakes
We reflect on days, when the blood runs dry for the loss of faith but the priest still prays
We're never static, but we know aesthetic
A room full of losers will never know better
Taking a shovel is answering questions
Taking a shovel is resolving problems
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Writer(s): Oleksii Bulavko
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