LYRIC
Wait refrain from moral retreat
Purchase great notions
Wait, escape from policed wide worth
Covert lense, blind eye
And forethought, vision games remain for their gain (Restate)
Well, fertile speech has it’s recourse, lesson learned
Faint lines, substance of a half life
Sterile platy, substance of a half lie
Why do we…
Why do we say
You’re safe when wolves will still grab you
Fake teeth, are you willing to fight at all?
Fake claws, cover my eyes
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