Testi:
Arslan

Asshole. Thats your code name. Don't bother with a disquise; we know that you're the same. You're muscle-y and beefy (oh yeah), my mouth is spent. You

Its not gonna work this time, i dont want your apologies you dont want to be here thats fine, do it for yourself, not me tired of all the drama, but

22 years cursing at the sun battle scars remind me of the wars i never won don't listen to a thing that spills from these lips my lies piece like

Tu t'rappelles quand tu disais que j'fesais parti d'ces gosses Qui ne s'en sortiront jamais intenable et bien trop feroce Qui salissaient ton sang

When I was your age I'd get the fuck down, sex the girls all soft and round. And plains spitting fire from their mouth at cities a mile in the ground

Almost got what I wanted, almost got what I needed, Tried to get it from you, you act so conceited, So hey mom, come here, 'cause I really like it there

Freedom's just a word to those who give in, Or a state of mind for those who put out, Everything they have for an absence, Or another word for no oppression

You might have more than me, I'm not so blind I can't see, The rich getting richer, who says that it has to be? Money talks, money screams, Middle class

Here it comes again, a thorn in my side, a set of rules or a set up, Give me grief and run it in just by the tone of your voice, Something pained the