Paroles de Cure The Obscure
I - fill - fill - fill my pockets cause you're illI travel much: I travelled round the world -
to - find - something obscured
I learned in the past, that things that shock will last
Will - last - and fill my bags with brass!
The more it's cruel, the more it's fuel
An object more of less
Defaced by pain, your mangled flesh
Your handicap brings CASH!
I - kill - kill - kill - your future and your will
My life is such: on roads of pain I roam
To - find - all disgorged from home
Owners of displaced are glad to see my face
They - sell - don't mind the coming hell
The more it's cruel, the more it's fuel
An object more of less
Defaced by pain, your mangled flesh
Your handicap brings CASH!
It's a second chance for you
Second chance, to earn your existence You're freedoms ended, you're freedoms ended
You're second handed, you're second handed
Till your life ended, till your life ended
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