Testo di Sour Times

To pretend no one can find the fallacies of morning rose Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes courtesies that, I despise in me Take a ride, take a shot now Because nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do Covered by the blind belief that fantasies of sinful screens Bear the facts, assume the dye, end the bows, no need to lie enjoy Take a ride, take a shot now Because nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do Am I what am I? Because all I have left is my memories of yesterday, the sour time Because nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do After time the bitter taste of innocence descent or race Scattered seed, buried lives, mysteries you learned disguised Revolve circumstance will decide Because nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do Because nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do Nobody loves me, it's true Not like you do