Letter - Kicked In the Head

To be crowned king of a kingdom of cowards

Could be a nightmare that drains you for hours

To run through life with a social disease gone sour

Could make you feel like you’re fuling a world with now power

Over yourself

I’ll write myself this letter

And set the answers free

Explain the things we did

It’s black and white to me

And in time we’ll figure out what it is

We’ll be dedicated or separated and in the end you’ll see

All this time i bit my toongure and you still heard your cires

Body language is a dialect that you can’t miss

So i’m diving deeper and falling faster in my own abyss

All this time

And its killing me

And its killing me

I’ll write myself this letter

And set the answeres free

Explain the things we did

Its black and white to me

And in time we’ll figure out what it is we’ll be

Dedicated or separated and in the end you’ll see

The ink in my pen is for all the thieves

Please dont underestimat all my sincerity

Amidst this love and hate you kept me pure and clean

And blessed us with a gift heavier than gravity

And its killing me and its killing me

And its killing me

I’ll write myself this letter

And set the answers free

Explain the things we did

It’s black and white to me

And in time we’ll figure out what it is we’ll be dedicated to seperated

It’s black and white it’s black and white it’s black and white to me