I'm Tired Of The Strife To Survive Guys
I'm Tired Of The Strife To Survive Guys
I'm Tired Of The Strife To Survive Guys
I Just Want To Die In My Back
So
Let Free Kings Be Your Spirits
Let Free Kings Be Your Spirits
I heard that the world has gone bad
I'm tied on a slave to survive the guns
I just want to die, my bad
I just want to die, my bad
My bad, my bad, my bad, my bad
Help me to forget that
My limbs were in shining grace
It takes more than you'd like
To bring back our chances are wasted
I sold my potential
To the promise of blissful success
When more ties played with glass bells
Weren't fed by the crosses untested
The lack of free kings being spirits
I heard that the world has gone bad
I'm tied on a slave to survive the guns
I just want to die, my bad
The lack of free kings being spirits
I heard that the world has gone bad
I'm tied on a slave to survive the guns
I just want to die, my bad
I just want to die, my bad
My bad, my bad, my bad, my bad
Help me to forget that
My bad, my bad, my bad, my bad
Made to the rock cross
Made to the rock cross