Letra da Música: Wave - Black Market Radio

Spitting in the face of a devil
that I once called suicide
Better luck next time...
On my plate my disgrace is a matter
less certified, everybody get some...

Laughing in the face of an enemy that
wants to have me crucified,
spoken like a new man...
Off the cross cause the wood burns better
less occupied, got a new illusion...

And you tried to knock me off
my good wave...

Laughing in the face of a devil that used to
have me mystified, slipping through
the cracked walls...
Shaking hands with the people who
touhgt I was out of line,
talking with their mouths full...

And you tried to knock me off
my good wave...

Spitting in the face of a devil
that I once called suicide
Better luck next time...
On my plate my disgrace is a matter
less certified, everybody get some...