CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Ritual Abuse

Selling hope to the poor
No, you can't fake that
Yet you keep wanting more
How could you think that
I'd be blind when I could be free?
I'm sick of mobs and curiosity
Ooh, motherf**ker with the cash crown
You take a bite, feeding the puppets you preach
Are your wishes for the night a farce?
Just a millionaire built off lies

And if we play harder
Maybe they will see
Maybe they will see
So follow me
And if we play louder
Maybe they will hear
Maybe they will hear
Just have faith

Big steal, but you hit it
You could talk back
Feeding us ignorance
So we don't fight back
After we teach them lessons
That have been passed out
After we question the crown
If you have faith, you don't need to stay
They tell you what to say, they tell you what to think
Have faith, you don't need to know
You take your hunger [bait?], take it where you go
So let's pray