HeartBroken ScareCrow - KZLA

can't touch This kid right here the fall from Grace was fascist the call of Sin cant be resisted fear is hard to hide, play the cards given and rides down hell's Highway are rough in the night I always wake up terrorised in the fight against wrong-doers lot demonised in the right or wrong, up to you to decide in the sunlight you cannot hide your dark side in the height reached of flickered flaring flames of fire. rise higher thru the sky in full flight, I'll do as i like, wanna stop me then like to see u try dat option in the life try not to be forgotten alright not today satan not one to get left behind got it linguist skills wisdom weaponized through a reveal of fake from real they sold veal and told em it's prime steak unhealthy meal cooked upon the grill notice I am unselfish still, more brilliant more appeal of suffering slant it how you can ill do my bit, and be the jester fit for a king, an assassin killin stupidity, on the other hand you are obviously incessantly disrespectful born ill of mind, distinguish that distinction the machine is in action when its them tearin children from parental care again dont know why they wont they let up, no love taken from the house they once called home to be raised up by people who are strangers busted apart til the kids future is futile, thrills these diabolic sadistic types how dare they make it hard, for goodness sake, not ok spoken of another broken home cos they didnt play the part, feel like the scarecrow another broken heart, you know no yellow brick road but