Unwanted brat on the street
Had him incinerated
A sigh of shame from a piece of faceless fascist
Going out on a Sunday
You think it's wiser to truncate
Bigger things will come our way
On my shame
He's carving out on his stillness
You only pry into s***es
Of all the roads that he chose the dead end was his best
Strolling out on a Sunday
You never cared to abandon
Bigger things will come our way
On your shame
Had him incinerated
A sigh of shame from a piece of faceless fascist
Going out on a Sunday
You think it's wiser to truncate
Bigger things will come our way
On my shame
He's carving out on his stillness
You only pry into s***es
Of all the roads that he chose the dead end was his best
Strolling out on a Sunday
You never cared to abandon
Bigger things will come our way
On your shame