Forwarded from Літературний тероризм🐈⬛
Smug inaction saved your hide
Stained by the guilt that soaks inside
But you don't have the balls
You don't have the guts
You don't feel the love
You don't have the trust
Who's gotta die for your ego to shine?
Stained by the guilt that soaks inside
But you don't have the balls
You don't have the guts
You don't feel the love
You don't have the trust
Who's gotta die for your ego to shine?