I Am The Agent - Melodramatic Popular Song | Текст песни

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• I Am The Agent
• Melodramatic Popular Song

She’s a monk on fire in protest only smoking whilst the cameras aim her way
An empire that burst to flame to find itself alone in her head space
She gives a piece of herself to everyone she meets to slowly reel you in
But she falls out of love with everything

She’s got ancient beliefs under off white sheets
she gets caught up and lies too much an orchestrated scientific mind
An iron door for fire fights - A curtain call for basic human rights
She’s open ripe and waiting to begin

The insect sting that burns through clothes leaves you left out.
The perfect alibi to get you back home.
It sinks through the skin and tricks your bones and sucks out all the marrow
Sabotaging sleep patterns to keep you up… and walking around…

If somebody trusts you when you lie
Then nobody greets you when you die
If nobody sees you when you show
Then nobody knows you when you go

If no one believes you when you lie
Then angels will greet you when you die
If nobody sees you when you show
Then nobody knows you…at all

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