UGLY

My head is the sound of freedom
Standing on collision , With my eyes open
Give me, Give me a reason
Not to, Not to questions

Put my own thought at the head
Do what I want instead
When all they ever said
Freedom Is born to be dead
In The centre of the moment
Im Endless sensation
I standing at the altar
Im not Here for silence

If im ,telling you the truth
I wish that you would forget
Like The cut in your skin
Hope you never see em again

Cause every feeling keep you here
The feeling , Always so clear
A world that Baby save the troubles
With their own hand
For a bag, made of bone
For a bag, made of bone
For a bag, made of bone
For a bag, made of bone
For a bag

My head is the sound of freedom
Standing on collision , With my eyes open
Give me, Give me a reason
Not to, Not to questions

Too much corruption
Looking for devotion
They Thought we’re too young To be certain
They say, don’t hide the face from the seeking
But my eyes watching, bullets, bleeding

If im ,telling you the truth
I hope it ,make no sense
Like The cut in your skin
Hope you never see em again

Cause They
Just wanna Get it all, and get em swear
With these eyes shut from the air
Keep these eyes shut ,from the air
Keep these eyes shut ,from the air
Keep these eyes shut ,from the air
Keep these eyes shut ,from the air
Keep these eyes shut ,from the air