Jesus Of New Century

Кант Кникер
I`ve been misunderstood
I`ve been mislead
They say i am no good
I`ve been no bad

They want me dead
No right for finall will
By fathers shouldn`t it be told
Thou shalt not kill

I have my thorn crown on
Please get you seats
Switch off your fuckin` phone
My body bleeds.

I should`ve been locked it cage
Since i was born
They didn`t need my rage
Give them some porn.

I`ve been misundersood
I`ve been betrayed
By those who mostly would
Prefer get laid.

I died for their sins
Commited sins for death
I could have given peace
They long for wealth

I could have given love
They long for sex
I could have taken them above
But they reflex.

My wrists are sore,
Scars decorate my back
I seek for you, who`d wipe
My bloodied neck

There is no you.
My body`s vivid red.
They want me dead and now
they got me dead.

Im all alone with all my
Protest bravity
Salvation never comes from
Safety


© Copyright: Кант Кникер, 2011
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