Maskova - Shell (Original Mix)

Bags full soul, empty like a heart swap
Cold out, watching every move
I love
When it came slow, but the cuts came sharp
Whole glass shifted when
I play my part
Fake can't reach when the hit got knocked
Turned my back once, now they leave them off
Still in my tone when
I speak my art
Every wrong step made a hatred spark
Late nights tell me what the truth don't hide
Pain got roots growing deep inside