PRISMS Songtext
von Damian Wolf

Force fed the serum that will break you
Would not confide in who could shake her

Been fed the tarmac that will stunt you
Would not confide in who could fake him right out
Six to one

Countless prisms
You talk in bitter tones
Hold the line


The script has been beaten dead
Contradict your own claims
The script has been beaten dead
Contradict your own claims

Was told the ointment was effective
Could never face what has been levied back on you

Countless prisms
You talk in bitter tones
Hold the line

The script has been beaten dead
Contradict your own claims
The script has been beaten dead
Boast about your own fame