Two Cent letra

What is the cost of your life - your prize to be paid in modern times
Just need to know to see what's mine - not much I guess so we'll all be fine
Rotten pieces is wath we've been made
By the preachers that have formed our ways
Open your hands earn some coins tonight - we are low-fare men for their delight
I will buy your soul to get you in line - fill your pockets to have you on my side
these are the morals i've been taught - these are the rules we are living by
Best of friends we're going to be - that's what greedy eyes keep on feeling me

Black Friday 29 - Letras

• 2 Cent
• Bitter Sweet
• Can't Save You
• Cristo Vive
• Crush and be Crushed
• Force to kill the Love
• Forgive Me
• Ghosts
• Gone
• Half Past Nine
• I Kill This Dream
• In Too Deep
• Make My Day
• My Plaything
• Never Given Back
• Nice to Know You
• Open Letter
• Pressured Release
• Recall
• Shaded Eyes
• Sinking Ship
• The Best in Me
• The Escape
• The Pursuit of Happiness
• The Swarm
• Two Cent
• Wasted Words