Letras:
Eight Fingers Down A Feeling A Word A Curse

the paths we take Crashing down on your dreams, now who is the victim? It's not like your one mistake Sweating only one word, that word that's drying

fashion is making me sick, my son is a star, my daughters a model, drinking expensive bottles of water. incest may make your grandchild a princess, sometimes I feel

[x4] If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures To symbolize