Текст песни Cut Cut

Your number fakes coming along whitout you Knowing a shift took place Your father hooks a wing about you If you flail this broken sword around you'll Cut nothing up Again we'll face these things when they're dead issues Moments take each other's place Born and forgotten the same way Hey, I'll pay you to cut me out A blower of hot flesh is a baby That's the first white stuff I sucked To feed this open fire with with windy day Moments take each other's place Born and forgotten the same way Never knowing who you are