Текст Moriarty – History Of Violence

Now it’s not what it seems
I just can’t start to say
It was these evil days
Of pain and fear

I got a history of violence
It’s not written on my face
You wouldn’t know it
It’s buried in my leather case
I got a history of violence
It’s not written on my skin
You couldn’t see it
It’s a ripple in my grin
Like the people of my kin

And now it’s not what it seems
I just can’t start to say
It was these evil days
Of pain and fear
Something was broke
My skin hard like an oak
My mind hard like an oak

I got a history of silence
The bruises and the sins
Don’t wash away
It’s not written in my name
Like a ??? my skin

Somthing that I’ve never shown
Memories from a broken home

It’s not written on my grave
It’s not written on my grave
It’s not written on my grave
You wouldn’t know it
I’m buried safe and well behaved

I got a history of evil
I got a history of evil
I got a history of evil
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