Refusal
Juuso Kylvö
[Verse]
It's getting warmer, but I like how the wind blows at night time
Lighting up a cigarette to paint my insides like Bill foretold
All my windows closed, my eyes they let them show
It's only been a week and already miss the snow
*Sigh* here we go, here we go
Dirt born and raised, when I last talked, I can't count them days
I walked and I walked circles in the cage
Mortal flesh, but the idea of will never rest
My ethos has stood the test of timе, way before Christ was this world already minе
My mouth crucified until I repeated the lines of approval, leading to my refusal
Take the rusty nails and hang me up again
[Outro]
What did I do to deserve this, huh?