Представляем точный текст композиции "B-Trade" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Evil Adam . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «B-Trade» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Evil Adam передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Evil Adam - "B-Trade"
Lyrics to B-Trade : Im through being your waste of time, You value yours but you dont value mine Your going to pay for this Im sure, Treating me like an emotional whore. Youre used to getting your way, There wasnt much that I could say, To ever try to change your mind, Now I know how much I hate your kind. Hate: destroys all the people that we dont know. Envy: cause they have it and they like to let it show. Deaths the only answer to all our differences. The ones you should watch out for are the ones we call friends. Love: is the thing that destroys minds, Trying hard to fit in with others of our kind, What does it matter when were at our end, The ones who stab us in the back are who we called friends. Trust is an earned right, Theres no faith in me tonight. I rather sit and and contemplate, On how to unleash all my restrainted hate. You assume that youll always win, And you blame my failures on sin, But you never knew how wrong you were, And how Id have rather been with her. Hate: destroys all the people that we dont know. Envy: cause they have it and they like to let it show. Deaths the only answer to all our differences. The ones you should watch out for are the ones we call friends. Love: is the thing that destroys minds, Trying hard to fit in with others of our kind, What does it matter when were at our end, The ones who stab us in the back are who we called friends. Hate: destroys all the people that we dont know. Envy: cause they have it and they like to let it show. Deaths the only answer to all our differences. The ones you should watch out for are the ones we call friends. Love: is the thing that destroys minds, Trying hard to fit in with others of our kind, What does it matter when were at our end, The ones who stab us in the back are who we called friends. [ B-Trade Lyrics ]
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