- cifra
You watched my lips make
The promise I betrayed
The years I lived in vain
Chasing the pain with pain
Stand down
There's oil in my name
My tongue flickers like a wilting flame
Lay it all out
The path of wreckage that I cut
All in want of what?
Who were you to believe?
Your lying eyes or me?
I won't let them tie to you
The shit I put you through
Stand down
There's oil in my name
My tongue flickers like a wilting flame
Lay it all out
The path of wreckage that I cut
All in want of what?
