Album: Master of Styles
A good day gone bad, something that's gone out of control.
If she only knew that I wear a tattoo, a latter if you will, still. A rain cloud looming, assuming to knock me down.
I forgot the words to my apology, just to say I'm sorry. Looking forward maybe I can see. In the future, there's forgiveness for me.
A character in a daytime soap, acting obscenely. Dramatized, it seems in high hopes, praying that your conscience comes clean. A rain cloud, looming, assuming, to batter me down.
I forgot the words to my apology, just to say I'm sorry. Looking forward maybe I can see. In the future, there's forgiveness for me.
I confess, under duress. Condemning faces looking up at me. A real hanging by my peers. Payment for crimes of impurities, enjoying the spectacle that's made of me.
I forgot the words to my apology, just to say I'm sorry. Looking forward maybe I can see. In the future, there's forgiveness for me.