Bullet With Butterfly Wings
The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers hold you up to the flames
Even though I know, I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold like old job
Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say
What is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in a cage
Now I'm naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it for just one more show?
Even though I know, I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold like old job
Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in a cage
Tell me I'm the chosen one
Jesus was an only son, for you
Autor(es): Corgan W. P.
