The Fact Facer Songtext
von Holy Sons

I′m doubling time
I'm spilling my glass
There′s so many safe ways
I'm travelling past
I don't need to rest


I′ve been with the worst
I′ve seen them before
Like Toshiro Mifune
I'm always the sword
I can′t stand to sleep

Smoking dope
Of whatever I do
Police won't find me if I stay with you
They will

Humiliation
In the middle of the highway


I′m on various drugs
I need crowd control
Oh, I wouldn't know if I had sold my soul
So many years ago