Silence

Who who needs word games When the truth wins from silence Sometimes you pinch me like a bullet like a bullet from a gun Such loss such loss gives me the right to remain silent All those words just made me feel sick Just a dress to impress a spoiled little brat That let me down Would you rather be a free man being burned by the sun You wanna to take me down But you didn’t know that the tiome is running fast To be precise if you continue by my side I will “Drink you by de glass” Who who needs word games When the truth wins from silence Sometimes you pinch me like a bullet like a bullet from a gun Such loss such loss gives me the right to remain silent All those words just made me feel Sick … Dick …. Dick …. Silence …. Dick …. Who who needs word games When the truth wins from silence Sometimes you pinch me like a bullet like a bullet from a gun Such loss such loss gives me the right to remain silent All those words just made me feel Sick … Dick …. Dick …. Silence …. Dick ….