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