Letra de Misanthropes

Grace these tired thoughts, I'm never giving in. Don't care what you have to Offer this time, I'm never giving in. Force fed this tired game I should not play them again Although I feel compelled I'll not give in to your fucking hell This is a statement only you can recognise See sense and logic through the wet film in your eyes I will try to hold onto this moment I know that this is nowhere near where we started