And were just following the flock, round
And the inbetween, before we smash to smithereens
Like they were, and we scrambled from the blame
And its the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldn't help, but spit em out
Innocence and arrogance entwined
In the filthiest of minds
She's was bitten on her birthday, and now
A face in the crowd, shes not
And i suspect that now, forever the shape
She came to escape, its forgot
And it's alot to ask and not to sting
Give her less than everything
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
Feliz aniversario :)
