Who, who needs word games
When the truth wins from silence
Sometimes you pinch me like a bullet, like a bullet from a gun
Such loss, such loss gives me the right to remain silent
All those words just made me feel sick
Just a dress to impress a spoiled little brat
That let me down
Would you rather be a free man being burned by the Sun
You wanna to take me down
But you didn’t know that the time is running fast
To be precise, if you continue by my side I will
Drink you by the glass
Who, who needs word games
When the truth wins from silence
Sometimes you pinch me like a bullet, like a bullet from a gun
Such loss, such loss gives me the right to remain silent
All those words just made me feel
Sick, dick, dick, silence, dick
Who, who needs word games
When the truth wins from silence
Sometimes you pinch me like a bullet, like a bullet from a gun
Such loss, such loss gives me the right to remain silent
All those words just made me feel
Sick, dick, dick, silence, dick
Composição: MARIA DO ROSÁRIO / Richard Dorfmeister / Rossio Music Publishing / Stefan Obermaier / Tó Ricciardi