Cinnamon is the taste we taste like spit in my face. Cinnamon for the win to win like crawling failure. Cinnamon is the lie we lie. In taste. In style. Cinnamon wanna taste your skin. It's calling to me
People telling me it's for the good of us all.
Breeders telling me what to do. Breeders lie to you.
Sin to sin I can take your hand and lead you onward. Sin to sin we are only men and men are bastards. See me win and we all begin to treat you nasty. See the lie that we all despise in broadening style
People telling me it's for the good of us all.
Breeders telling me what to do. Breeders lie to you. Breeders moving, dealing skin. Breeders you can't let them win