Good Night Chicken - High Velocity Chipmunk Feeding

First day we met was already
The last day you wanted to see
I became the man I always despised and tried to avoid
I turned the leaves inside and out
I make your seasons fall and die
There must be something to make you see
I really am one of the worst

You can tell me all your sins right now
They'd be nothing to compare with mine
And if I'm the creation of God himself
I'm off to pray for something good
And you cover the scars I made
You hide them under your clothes
And the more the skin I see
The more I want to forget

So the story goes and I'm getting old
Or actually I was never young
I wish I could turn back in time
And see what I was doing wrong
So the story goes and it's getting late
I'm sorry there's no clock in the grave
I got sick of my coffin, the truth is
Ain't no grave can hold my body down

Written by:
Artur Kujawa

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