Lletres:
The Sweet Revenge Creatures Of Routine

I can see your angry smile and smell your brazen arrogance. and I don't fit between the lines your tracing Could it be that you take pleasure in our

The father turns his anger on his own flesh and bone as the boy who kneels before him takes his punishment alone Each blow clearly echoes through his

Glass rained like diamonds scattered fast across the gloom The heavy sound of booted footsteps echoed like a tomb As Eddie tripped over the brick he'

Wake up, and smell the ashes another day in hell This place, is cracked and brittle, but don't you wear it well? You can't walk past a window and not

Desperate times need desperate lies and true control needs willing minds Because your useless if you can't be kept in line And in their guts the gears

: Judge them not by their beliefs The creatures of routine are lost without their guide Be aware that underneath Lies a longing left forgotten under