Texty:
Cold Confession

is taken But I don't care Cause it's her world, she made me Now she's old She's been blessed Take a bow And confess She threw it all away My

innocence is taken But I don't care Cause it's her world, she made me Now she's old She's been blessed Take a bow And confess She threw it all

out of our dream That kept me young and trusted, singled out and dazed What else can you do for me to keep me standing? Every day's a new confession,

classic cars But I got a lot of friends talking classic cold To see what, hut, hut, hike, media, blitz Let's hear it for Americas suitehearts I must confess

Lover face, I'll view you as the revolver Introduced in my play, act one Lover face, wanna make you ejaculate Until it's no longer fun I confess to really

Drama Drama Drama 4 in the morning, lights in my face That's the time, you know the place Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass Detects in effect cold

Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind And to lie to you rather than hurt you? Well, I'll confess all of of my sins After several large gins But still

the next time She come around 'for I toast to the best time We all the while back and forth on the text line She got me fishin' for her love, I confess

On a cold wet afternoon In a room full of emptiness By a freeway I confess I was lost in the pages Of a book full of death Reading how we'll die alone