Testo di Millard Fillmore

Speak for your sins No truth in what you're hiding Trapped birds in the sheets Asking a slave to give What was never his There's been a fortress around my heart I could say the same for yours A mistress in distress It's probably how you people Are always left alone Hoping is excrement Way too obvious I think you have been lying And i think you should be I have been too, Well i'm just as screwed as you Bolted down like stale statues Killing tourists with kindness What is your god damn problem? I wish it could The problem is as real as the situation at hand What is your god damn problem?