Have To Show, Have To Hide
First three words of the seventh art suggest to conceal
Although I think this interferes, it seems like it is becoming the parade
His cues go together with mines, and the last ones aren't an exception
If I could vanish sort of shield, I would go straight to the break
I describe as expressions when you're searching for the text
The absolute word has approached and conquered the frame
Of mind, of place, of them, features reflecting over me
But I haven't got the sense
Since they thrown me exclamations, my replies will be indirect
There is no reason to trust and I can't find an excuse
To say, that I guess, the benefits may come with me
Because it's clear what I deserve
I don't know anymore
What's to hide, what's to show
And it feels that is likely to increase in my veins that in yours
Shaming some of my snow
But inside of my set I can find in myself some support
Who was told to be low?
All the points I ignore are upfront at some distance from my door
Can I just get a hold?
Can I just get a hold?
Messages moved at the safest room wondering why
They're sending by another way they have
To be sent, but in time they'll realize
My scenes are going out, so I can indicate
An imprecise telegraph like evidence
Of something you can use to talk with yourself
And the wiring try to cut the phrase that states:
"Into something quite alright, there could exist mistakes"
I don't know anymore
What's to hide, what's to show
And it feels that is likely to increase in my veins that in yours
Shaming some of my snow
But inside of my set I can find in myself some support
Who was told to be low?
All the points I ignore are upfront at some distance from my door
Can I just get a hold?
Can I just get a hold?
The trial was the start of the ultimate script
Put it inside your mind, It's just something I wish
I will not pass your lies as the little mischief
Well, you had to think twice, right before you commit
Your negations to one utopic identity
And I know you did watch, and I know you can live
Where's my "thank you" for that? I can make you say "please"
I can have what I want, aren't you scared of me?
The up to date word approach, you gotta walk carefully
Now, If you want to hide, you gotta listen to me
Your reminders are closed, you gotta mind on the list
But if you didn't show, you gotta accept my new gist
Now, If you want to hide, you gotta listen to me
But if you didn't show, you gotta accept my new gist
Now, If you want to hide, you gotta listen to me
But if you didn't show, you gotta accept my new gist
Although I think this interferes, it seems like it is becoming the parade
His cues go together with mines, and the last ones aren't an exception
If I could vanish sort of shield, I would go straight to the break
I describe as expressions when you're searching for the text
The absolute word has approached and conquered the frame
Of mind, of place, of them, features reflecting over me
But I haven't got the sense
Since they thrown me exclamations, my replies will be indirect
There is no reason to trust and I can't find an excuse
To say, that I guess, the benefits may come with me
Because it's clear what I deserve
I don't know anymore
What's to hide, what's to show
And it feels that is likely to increase in my veins that in yours
Shaming some of my snow
But inside of my set I can find in myself some support
Who was told to be low?
All the points I ignore are upfront at some distance from my door
Can I just get a hold?
Can I just get a hold?
Messages moved at the safest room wondering why
They're sending by another way they have
To be sent, but in time they'll realize
My scenes are going out, so I can indicate
An imprecise telegraph like evidence
Of something you can use to talk with yourself
And the wiring try to cut the phrase that states:
"Into something quite alright, there could exist mistakes"
I don't know anymore
What's to hide, what's to show
And it feels that is likely to increase in my veins that in yours
Shaming some of my snow
But inside of my set I can find in myself some support
Who was told to be low?
All the points I ignore are upfront at some distance from my door
Can I just get a hold?
Can I just get a hold?
The trial was the start of the ultimate script
Put it inside your mind, It's just something I wish
I will not pass your lies as the little mischief
Well, you had to think twice, right before you commit
Your negations to one utopic identity
And I know you did watch, and I know you can live
Where's my "thank you" for that? I can make you say "please"
I can have what I want, aren't you scared of me?
The up to date word approach, you gotta walk carefully
Now, If you want to hide, you gotta listen to me
Your reminders are closed, you gotta mind on the list
But if you didn't show, you gotta accept my new gist
Now, If you want to hide, you gotta listen to me
But if you didn't show, you gotta accept my new gist
Now, If you want to hide, you gotta listen to me
But if you didn't show, you gotta accept my new gist
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Writer(s): Emilio Garcia
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