Queen Of The Harpees Testo

These wordsThis life
We're forced into this submission
These words
This life
This is not an admission

This message stops restarts and then
It will constantly resend it's never over
And if you could know I'd live again let it go
It's overwhelming self-propelling

Etched into a dividend
There comes and end false plays pretending
Cut throats without antidotes
You sold our friends that's where we ended