Wicked Songtext
von Circus Trees

She does her best to please the wicked
She grew up thinking she was afflicted
They condemned her and her youth
Now you can feel her truth

She holds her breath when you speak
She waits till death cause she′s weak
Oh burry her
You've done before


She sits with thoughts all alone
But you′ve flooded hers with your own
If she stands she will beaten
She plays the game you always win

Forced down
She'll drown
Let be
Beastly
Beastly

She holds her breath when you speak
She waits till death cause she's weak
Oh burry her
You′ve done before