Texty:
The Denial Liars In Wait

A sense of denial Come witness my trial The crow has turned into a liar I'll live, I may die I've failed though I've tried But finally I fly It is the

that they supplying Still they keep lying And tell you that it's some cartel While they waiting on the heaven they're creating the hell And they rape the constitution while you wait

coming They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial And swallow the blood of poisoned truths They pick at the meat, a bittersweet feast for all the liars

A sense of denial Come witness my trial The crow has turned into a liar I?ll live, I may die I?ve failed though I?ve tried But finally I fly It is the

that they supplying, Still they keep lying and tell you that it's some cartel While they waiting on the heaven they're creating the hell They rape the constitution while you wait

coming They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial And swallow the blood of poisoned truths They pick at the meat, a bittersweet feast for all the liars

your running's been done for a while Refuse to acknowledge the truth like the mind of a child Continue frontin, like it's nothin while you live in denial

is coming They feast on the meat in bittersweet denial And swallow the blood of poisoned truths They pick at the meat, a bittersweet feast for all the liars

fact your running's been done for a while Refuse to acknowledge the truth like the mind of a child Continue frontin, like it's nothin while you live in denial