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letra de charade - omerta (usa)

[sample]
“to be by myself, lonely in death. that is my fate.”

[gustavo]
i’ve been a slave to shame, a wasted name
a loser in this game we play
so, what are you afraid to say?
i’m done with this charade
i’ve been engraved by pain, betrayed by fate
sedated by your serenade
so, what are you afraid to say?
i’m done with this charade

charade, this charade, this charade
charade, this charade, this charade
what are you afraid to say?
i’m done with this charade
charade, this charade, this charade
charadе, this charade, this charade
what are you afraid to say?
i’m donе with this charade

[sample]
“i’m going to disappear now.”
“perhaps, i will disappear forever.”
[vincente void]
so, if you want me gone for good
you’ll have to dig and rip my feet from beneath the ground i stood
i wish you would
and don’tcha beat around the bush
i’ll find a place to mark your grave
with the daisies that you’ll push, you know i could

i wanna see things from inside of your skin
i wanna pull the seams back and stick my skeleton in
i wanna know what it’s like without a ritalin script
without an epinephrine pen for my adrenaline
i wanna see how the other half lives
while i’ve been rent-free living in their head’s residence
and i’m sorry if you’re always sore from riding my d-ck
it’s just too, too, too, too, too, too f-cking fun to be cringe

[han, gustavo, han & gustavo]
yeah
what?
b-tch

i’m a who?
i’m a what?
i’m a piece of f-cking sh-t
i’m a who?
i’m a what?
i’m a – say it, b-tch
aye – what you gon’ do?
skin so thin, your thoughts are see-through
there ain’t sh-t i ain’t already knew
you’re an out-of-date wagie, corporate stooge
dirt – under my shoe
it’s gon’ hurt when i stomp on you
watch you squirm back into the womb, yuh
return to that b-tch, and you’ll feel me soon

“drop that b-tch.”

lies, and lies
a leather-bound disguise
though crocodiles could never feign as insincere a cry
lies, and lies
dishonest by design
and when my lips tear through your lips
there’s nowhere left to hide

lungs are growing tired from wasting my breath
words won’t break through the walls ’round your head
i’ve tried all i can; i’ve got nothing left
this is the fate i’ll have to accept
pushed out of a world i don’t understand
and i’m left on my own with my flaws in hand
but you made me think i’m less of a man
i’d rather bare my soul than hide who i am
[hash gordon]
take that mask that you’ve made
and shove it up your ass
shatter your complex
since you n-ggas ain’t built to last
identity crisis
you a walkin’ body bag
this real n-gga real r-t-rded
got the human race mad
switching your religion
living as a runner
puppet on a string
you’re scared of your own conductor
p-ss ’em off
make ’em suffer
i’m a fed hunter
staying true
to my suit
while you livin’ through another

[han, gustavo, han & gustavo]
i’ve been a slave to shame, a wasted name
a loser in this game we play
so, what are you afraid to say?
i’m done with this charade
i’ve been engraved by pain, betrayed by fate
sedated by your serenade
so, what are you afraid to say?
i’m done with this charade

i’ve been a slave to shame, a wasted name
a loser in this game we play
so, what are you afraid to say?
i’m done with this charade
i’ve been engraved by pain, betrayed by fate
sedated by your serenade
so, what are you afraid to say?
i’m done with this charade
charade, this charade, this charade
charade, this charade, this charade
what are you afraid to say?
i’m done with this charade

charade, this charade, this charade
charade, this charade, this charade
what are you afraid to say?
i’m done with this charade
charade, this charade, this charade
charade, this charade, this charade
what are you afraid to say?
i’m done with this charade

you, you’re nothing to me
you’re nothing to me
you’re nothing to
“it’s too late, now”
me (me, me, me)
yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
you’re nothing to me
you’re nothing to

- omerta usa

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