Well you are my accuser, now look in my face
Your opression reeks of your greed and disgrace
Some nights
I sit here and convince myself that you hate me.
I miss these boys more then you’ll ever know.
Well you are my accuser, now look in my face
Your opression reeks of your greed and disgrace
I sit here and convince myself that you hate me.
I miss these boys more then you’ll ever know.