Under my belt and into my hollow.
My body ain’t yours, you just borrowed.
A dozen worship me, some just follow.
Promises of an empty paradise never cease to glow.
I knocked three times hoping I won’t see,
The wicked acts of betrayal you lay on me.
A dozen cried for me, some just plead.
That I would stop hearing your bewitching beat.
Idols you put before me were not quite divine.
Unholy, they were the creatures of your night.
A dozen sinned, some just repented for their life.
Promises of your empty paradise never cease to shine.
I was too late to recognise you by your fruit.
All of your miracles were twisted, lies were your truth
A dozen told me so, some whispered in an endless loop
Promises of your empty paradise, nevermore, I’m immuned.
Kayıt Tarihi : 31.3.2025 01:42:00





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