paroles de chanson The Plot - i!

Through your walls and through your doors
Have you seen yourself before
Passing glance I see your face
I look away 'cause I'm afraid
Walking on - a cycle
Cycles are a ball and chain

Feel around you're in the dark
Hiring a voice to talk
Spoke so near to the silence
Of an innocent audience
Eye to eye and sin for sin
Hold the plot that's wearing thin