CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Fruits of Disillusion

Bright and early
It still weighs so heavy on me
Still unfurling
Ever unfurling
Not going to find it in the branches or the roots
Or pa**ing fiction off for truth
Guess the fruit of disillusion is in season
But if it's not thought through
Take a moment or two and just try to gauge this constant change