IRC-Galleria

You think you fly higher than the rest of us all
I cut off your wings just to make you fall

There are cracks in the concrete under your weight
cause of your ego, I'll crash it down today

And as you fall I watch from above
This is the end, now it is done
Falling down
So long, I'll see you in hell
But first, it's your soul that I cell

I play dirty tricks on you, but you don't get them
You just walk hand in hand with your pretty, pretty boyfrind
You give me an answer, I'm telling you your wrong
But you keep defending yourself, oh now it's fucking on



-Frey