O, we promise pretty things And we pledge with diamond rings We profess undying love But does that word hold any weight When we reserve the right to break Any vow that draws our blood Yeah we get down on we knee we play at chivalry,But we do not count the cost We say On Me you can depend And I will be there till the end Though we will not bear the cross Our word is so faint and feeble Broken by the slightest breeze or breath Our hearts are theyre so deceitful Sick and filled with lies That lead to death We are cowards and thieves Will we never turn to grieve The damage done Never see Never quake with rage At what we have become? What we have become Cowards and thieves Will we never turn to grieve The damage done
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 06:29:22 +0000
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