Текст песни No Trend - Cancer

I forsake the good with the bad My nightmare is their lie Sugar-coated poison half concealed Beneath the surface is decay Rotten cancer, clothe my life The eyes are the window to the soul Disease waits in the shiny plastic Cretin whores walk the street Blow-dried lies the false idol Useless hope from founded lies The eyes are the window to the soul Sugar-coated poison half concealed My nightmare is their lie I forsake the good with the bad Familiarity breeds contempt Such nausea I've never known Rotten cancer, clothe my life The eyes are the window to the soul
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