In this sinless city, we wear calluses on our hands. From empty vain hand-shaking, we see the guilt has rise again. And all will fall with or without our good will.
I'm only patient enough. To please the masses for so long. My brittle arms cannot hold. Up all the walls in this falling tomb. . I'm only caring enough.
I'm only patient enough. To please the masses for so long. My brittle arms cannot hold. Up all the walls in this falling tomb. . I'm only caring enough.