Testo di Chalk Hills

Wasted oxygen Swallow my pride with salt and ash Up in arms in the red The fine art of being ruled Born again, drunk with sin Stepfathers down there whippin' ass Wasted oxygen Where I'm from it's not too clear They say all words mean nothing Now I know this When all is said and done I will be the one with no guilt left on my head Time fades so clear Promised and promises Filling their pockets with a lower class All for none, left for dead Given a system they do not want Negative heredity Raising diabetics like weed Promised and promises I have no faith in either one They say all words mean nothing Now I know this When all is said and done I will be the one with no guilt left on my head Time fades so clear When all is said and done I will be the one with no guilt left on my head Time fades so clear Time fades so clear When all is said and done I will be the one with no guilt left on my head Time fades so clear When all is said and done I will be the one with no guilt left on my head Time fades so clear Time fades so clear Time fades so clear