Ingride

Cowards

The sovereigns' adjustment to calumny,
incriminations of one's true identity
Is unreserved

For the gleaming leftovers
Your doings are obselete
To any aspirations of love
Don't pretend its your lane
I'd rather you lost your way
When it's always 've been the same

Just prepare to salvage
all that you've wrecked
Cuz' I know who sold the name

Phonology foretold your actions
Pounded with exciting vibrations
Your escape for apology

Discretion was the recipe
You fold into the love and lies
Of everyone and
Everyone's mind

Don't pretend its your lane
I'd rather you lost your way

When it's always 've been the same
Just prepare to salvage
All that you've wrecked

Cuz' I know who sold the name

Take it to my heart
I did no theft
Took it to the top
That I outlast

I built up for the better
But there's no grasp
For every breath I Took
It did not bless

Don't pretend that its your lane
I'd rather you lost your way

Just prepare to salvage
All that you've wrecked

Everything was alright
Everything was so fine
Everything was so okay
But we couldn't laugh

Take a bow to all your casts
Just save the best for last
Take a bow to all your casts
Just save the rest for lusts.