Testo Yellow Brittle

You compromise your style to make that inch a mile It's a pit the truth just died But you never held that dear Excusing pedophiles How do you sleep at night Hold on with all your might With a golden smile plastered on your lips Now Jesus can't hide you The mirror looks through you No doubt you spoke too soon Now we see all the hate you hide Will you stand idly by And watch the truth just die In a nation that's built on lies You'll be eating a better brand of shit Yellow, Brittle! (Hand me my gun son) Yellow, Brittle! (It's time to feel strong) Yellow, Brittle! (Disguising faces) Yellow, Brittle! (Hide your disgrace) Six year olds sucking cock It makes your stomach lock It's a pity you don't give a fuck While the guilty run the show Will you stand idly by And watch the truth just die In a nation that's built on lies Where was jesus when you fucked that little girl? Two-faced weakling in a double standard world! The change in form The coming storm Nature's made mistakes An innocence is lost