Sångtext Sea Of Treachery: I Never Was A White Picket Fince Sorta Guy

I Never Was A White Picket Fince Sorta Guy


You run in circles just to feel alive
This endless cycle must be broken
Define a role, place me in it
As you reflect a dark world
My life inside your distorted eyes
Your baseless pride and such damning lies
Differences you won't realize
Differences you can't compromise
This life will fade, don't you know
There is no point in this sad charade,
The cash parade that you march in?
You've sold your soul so go ahead
And be on your way
Bow to your gods-party sluts and heiress whores
Your rules do not apply,
For I am not just like you
Party sluts and heiress
Whores define your culture in which I want no part
This is my life These are my dreams
I will never let you define me







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