They are running out,. These lies you,. Painted on the wall,. Are slowly fading,. And the truth came out of,. These pictures you hide from,. And you can't handle it,.
[Verse 1: Marcus Orelias]. . Marcus Orelias, come with me or get left.. Why like me? Yo girl been stressed. Past dresses motivated bars I bench-pressed.
You shouldnt trust me. I cant decide. Whether my instincts. Care what is right. If good is inherent. Its hard to find. Beneath the conceit. In our design.
I read the advice in your letter. To see myself without a filter. . So tonight I have locked all my doors. And Im down on all fours. Wild again. . The dawnlight is slowly approaching.