Old Trash Old Trash - Self Shame

The world is not the same
Here is all the shame we carry up our arms

The world is not the same
We carry on our veins all the pain somehow

Well, he is not the same
And we can not pay for play
In a world without law
Well, he is not the same
I can not use the pen to write my shame now


The world is not the same
Here is all the shame we carry up our arms

The world is not the same
We carry on our veins all the pain somehow


Well, he is not the same
And we can not pay for play
In a world without law
Well, he is not the same
I can not use the pen to write my shame now