Wave کے بول

Spitting in the face of a devil that I once called suicide Better luck next time... On my plate my disgrace is a matter less certified, everybody get some... Laughing in the face of an enemy that wants to have me crucified, spoken like a new man... Off the cross cause the wood burns better less occupied, got a new illusion... And you tried to knock me off my good wave... Laughing in the face of a devil that used to have me mystified, slipping through the cracked walls... Shaking hands with the people who touhgt I was out of line, talking with their mouths full... And you tried to knock me off my good wave... Spitting in the face of a devil that I once called suicide Better luck next time... On my plate my disgrace is a matter less certified, everybody get some...