Paroles de White Flowers (Rehearsal In Abreu Road)

Pay me Pay for The mistake you made Be the creep Be the liar Be the white sheep Now laugh Now leave Your smell of envy is strong I never glad to true I will blame you I denied your lie Take your time over and die I don't care about Your such stranger lives Nothing to say For your dead God We smother your father He don't know what do I never glad to true I will hate you Never pretend to cry No one belive your lie I never glad to true I will kill you Never say what you know You are not in our flow