This lack of discipline
What a low life, shattered sin
I'll paint my heart in shades of grey
So that when people see, they will say
"What a dismal child, bleak, broken?
Did she ever once speak, or was she out-spoken?"
One less man to throw in the fire
While we scream these words, my symphony of desire
What a low life, shattered sin
I'll paint my heart in shades of grey
So that when people see, they will say
"What a dismal child, bleak, broken?
Did she ever once speak, or was she out-spoken?"
One less man to throw in the fire
While we scream these words, my symphony of desire
