Squirtgun. Squirtgun. Liar's Corner. Zeneszám

Well my hair is cryin'
In wild mist of liar's corner
Tearin' fruit apart with my bare hands
My hands are cryin' lately
Well, the snow is blowin'
In this war and liar's corner
Tearin' fruit apart with my bare hands
The pears are frozen
And they're fallin' in this liar's corner
Beatin' down Egyptian daughter
Tearin' fruit apart with my bare hands
My hands are sad and lazy
I'm trying to get out of here
Out of my fear
Swallowed up as liar's corner burns
I'm trying to get out of here
Out of last year
Swallowed as liar's corner burns