Testo Weirdness Magnet

Trust is a mighty fine thing to have. A word, a deal, an arrangement Of sorts. Two fellow men of equal value, with all the best intent and No closet bones. Scrape, you don't lie, but tell me your half-truth, scrape. Cling to some idea of mutuality. Perfect the moment and settle down Old reflections die young and fade. Old ways-bad ways, bring the New republic. Scrape, you don´t lie, but tell me your half-truth, scrape. Can it be so hard? Got something i can't handle I wish i did, but i'm sorry. I don't want no excuses, I trusted you to keep your word All i got is suffocation. Old strain of my education But despite all of location I will make them suffer damnation