Letras
I am a poor man
I am a poor man
Now it's left in december
Not again, once again
Now there's no right here
In my head
It's not the feeling
Was it?
Guess it's not
Now my wars from every side
Police taped city centralized
Your taxes fund the genocide
Their tactics stab and chum the old tide
They'll march you in a single file line
We're moths in the attic feeding on time
It knots my stomach
It knots my stomach
It mocks my hunger
It hunts you
I am a poor man wearing thin
I'm going on off the guilt alone
Give me one stain
Gutted
Give me one
The distain