paroles de chanson Nineveh - Jared Morris

He's an impressionable child
He doesn't believe his radio would lie to him
He spray paints his door gold to keep things in

He an unimaginative sort
He doesn't care if relativity lies to him
"It's all relative," he says
And sleepwalks the rest

Yet, for being wicked his world will be destroyed
In 40 days it'll be rebuilt and re-destroyed

He's an easily pressable insect
She honestly thinks she means the world to him
It's four o'clock, it's Saturday, it's Ripe again

Yet, for being wicked his work will be destroyed
In 40 days it'll be rebuilt and re-destroyed