White Flowers (Rehearsal In Abreu Road)

Pay me
Pay for
The mistake you made
Be the creep
Be the liar
Be the white sheep
Now laugh
Now leave
Your smell of envy is strong

I never glad to true
I will blame you
I denied your lie
Take your time over and die

I don't care about
Your such stranger lives
Nothing to say
For your dead God
We smother your father
He don't know what do

I never glad to true
I will hate you
Never pretend to cry
No one belive your lie

I never glad to true
I will kill you
Never say what you know
You are not in our flow