Clip Your Wings Songtext
von Kharma

Angel in the eyes of the few you′ve fooled
But I see right through, see what you truly are
A parasite, a leech, won't practice what you preach
Had enough of your shit, I′m at the end of my leash
Manipulator with a tongue made of silver
An infiltrator, whose intentions aren't pure
A disease to this thing that we love
Guess that means that I'm the cure
Liked by few and loved by less
Sheep among wolves trying to fit with the rest Got a lot to say, won′t say it with your chest
The guiltiest are the first to pass the blame
Try to cling to a movement as way to mask shame
Manipulator with a tongue made of silver
An infiltrator whose intentions aren′t pure
A disease to this thing that we love
Guess that means that I'm the cure
Clip your wings and bleed you dry
Today′s the day your true colors come to light