Sound Off
Album: TBD
By: Kephas
By: Kephas
Duration
5:05
Genres
Lyrics
Don't try to sell me! I know the goods you peddle! Don't cry in agony! I'm not a one to settle. I don't want your tyranny! Don't like the way you meddle. You live life in irony! Your blackened pot is not my gold kettle. The dawn of light will quell your sensation... And make room for a new generation. I watched you for many years You watered my running tears You swore with proximity To lies that cheated humanity. Now you've got constituents That praise your ignorance Assuming what you are not But they'll choke on what they have bought.
