Phone Call

Tired of being weak
Its time to become freak
Let me use your words to talk

I have a different type of mind
I use your autograph, now its mine
Tired of playing games
I'm cleaning after you

Playing with your brain
I'm clearly destroying you

My abilities to control your mind
Has become my only crime
Your such a beautiful creature
I Have enough of the laughters
I can't focus on my goal
Can I make a phone call

Tired of playing games
I'm cleaning after you
Playing with your brain
I'm clearly destroying you

My abilities to control your mind
Has become my only crime
Your such a beautiful creature
I Have enough of the laughters

I can't focus on my goal
At least can I make a phone call
A phone call...



Credits
Writer(s): Mathéo Bianchi
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