Professional Murder Music - Slow текст песни

Still the same when I hold it inside
Still close without a reason
Still real when I have it in sight
Pounting me to black, take my eyes
Say the reasons, tells me not to try
All those things you keep telling me
I'll keep on saying it's all wrong
Many times over again I don't want to see
that time coming soon
Thanks so much for your thoughtless reason
I thank you more for the greed you hide inside
Thanks so much for your thoughtless reason
I thank you more for the greed you hide in sight