No One 's There Tabs

I'll throw you scraps
And talk the bad things
The language or the motive
Perfected shown is
Self imatating
Trust the dying breed
Yeah the pitch I made has been
On my end
I trust you
Whats left you
To lie in
Admired
You trusted
Without fear
You borrowed
My world of one
Speak up the good things
The guidlines that they follow
Offense is borrowed
Self imitating
Trust the dying breed
Yeah the pitch I made has been
On my end
I trust you
Whats left you
To lie in
Admired
You trusted
Without fear
You borrowed