Rock Singer - Hot Water Music

Let it go son you’re not a violent one

You’re speaking words that are speaking like you’re ten foot tall

I don’t blame you what else have you to do

When your life exists of covering up your own self truths

It’s down to nothing so come around to my front door

And face me

You’re at a loss for words rock singer

If it fills you up bring it on

How do you sleep with yourself

Do you feel the hatred open up some

You’ll find the difference from mouthing off

And shooting off your guns that are filled with blanks

Why do you scrape this you’re digging without a tool

You wish you had a line cover up your lack of truth

You said it

Feel that it’s authority think it’s a priority