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Covette - Текст песни Modern World Christ
Limelight, super bright.
 Taking over ultra light.
 Sweeter than ice cream cones, 
 It makes me wanna rub my bones.
 Success isn't fabulous, 
 The paparazzi, it's a mess.
 The world addicted and obsessed.
 Hollywood is full of shit.
 Say what you like, 
 I got nothing to hide.
 I've been crucified, like Jesus Christ.
 So fuck the scene and dressed up scene.
 Keep it classy, 
 Don't be trashy.
 I'm not special or unique, 
 I would die for my own dreams.
 As I grow stronger, my voice gets louder, 
 Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my speakers.
 I'm already dead inside, 
 Let my words eat you alive.
 Rise to fame, it's a game, 
 They own your face, they make your name.
 It's all the same for bloody sakes, 
 Placid dreams on silver screens.
 New models, placed 
 Chased by paparazzi, 
 Raiding like a bunch of Nazis, 
 A danger zone, a global clone.
 Modern world, Jesus Christ, 
 Everybody wants my slice.Covette - Modern World Christ - http://ru.motolyrics.com/covette/modern-world-christ-lyrics.html
 Heaven's not enough, 
 And this world is super rough.
 I'm the fever you can't break, 
 I'm the dancer, gonna shake, 
 I don't do, I just am.
 Let me bust my violent jam.
 As I grow stronger my voice gets louder, 
 Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my speakers.
 I'm already dead inside, 
 Let my words eat you alive.
 As I grow stronger my voice gets louder, 
 Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my speakers.
 I'm already dead inside, 
 Let my words eat you alive.
 I wanna be the boy that you adore, 
 Without the label of a bedroom whore.
 I wanna be the boy that you adore, 
 Without the label of a bedroom whore.
 I wanna be the boy that you adore, 
 Without the label of a bedroom whore.
 I wanna be the boy that you adore, 
 Without the label of a bedroom whore.
 So shut the fuck up with your ignorance
 And shut the fuck up with your competence
 As I grow stronger my voice gets louder, 
 Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my speakers.
 I'm already dead inside, 
 Let my words eat you alive
















