The cut

The cut （口）-Soldout

Written by ：David Baboulis /Charlotte Maison

You weapon all the time

You thought it wouldn't harm

But even when the sun is down and not returning back

You try to roaming high

To where the season roaming

But even when the time is and always brings you down

You try to roaming high

To where the season roaming

But even when the night is falling you stay other side

You try to roaming high

To where the season roaming

To where the season roaming

You're making up dance

You're making up words

You're making up clowns

You're making up f**kers

You're making up scars

You're making up cold

You're making up war

You're making up preassure

You're making up dance

You're making up words

You're making up clowns

You're making up f**kers

You're making up scars

You're making up cold

You're making up war

You weapon all the time

You thought there would no harm

But even when the sun is dying no returning back

You try to roaming high

To where the season roaming

But even when the time is roaming high a

And always brings you down

The time is on your side

But don't you realise

Don't you realise

The time is always good to have

The time is on your side

But don't your realise

Don't you realise

You're making up dance

You're making up words

You're making up clowns

You're making up preassure

You're making up scars

You're making up cold

You're making up war

You're making up f**kers

You're making up roaming

You're making up booze

You're making up lies

You're making up lovers

You're making up scars

You're making up cold

You're making up war

You're making up f**kers

You're making up dance

You're making up words

You're making up clowns

You're making up preassure

You're making up scars

You're making up cold

You're making up war

You're making up f**kers