Pride Lyrics

Finally, I felt the calming breeze,
Stepping out to watch the final scene.
After all, it's you, my pride, and me.
I can't speak whatever I can speak.
You see.
Now I found the ways to meet the means.
Faker faced to make the kingdom clean.
After all, it's me and the king and the beast.
Whatever, whatever. I can't speak
I sing.
How can I explain my wounded feet?
We cut them off in second mark it seems.
They cut me off before I start to see.
But I can cry as long as money's seen.
It seems, me.
See, me, me, me.
Sound on the dead-neck or a habit.
So I dig it up and bury it,
And ground; what a broke head
I think I'm dying.
I need another one to incubate the sound.
What broke head.
What a habit.
I need another and another one.
The ground;
What a dead head.
I think I'm dying.
I think I'm dying for another one.
The sound; what a broke neck.
What a lion.
I need another and another one.
The sound; what cheap trick.
What a habit; what a habit when I need it, yeah.
The sound; what a dead neck.
What a lion.
I need another and another one.
The sound;
What a cheap trick.
What a habit.
I think I'm dying for the sound.
What dead neck.
What a habit.
I think I'll dig it up and bury it.
And ground; what a broke head.
I think I'm dying, I think I'm dying.