Testo Decorative

There was no reason for these lies as Justin said
Let's paint these walls we all devise inside our heads
Then you can call me gimped but decorative
In the end, I was no victim of treachery
Just subject to the truth

Where nothings sacred
And nothing's changing You've given me such little reason to believe
I've seen the symptoms
This ship is sinking
And this time the life boat can sail without me

I tried to find the more to life
Got old instead
Now I breathe air just to survive
And fill my head
Endlessly paying bills that are meaningless
In the end, there's much more to the trail
Then where you're going to