I die to try You live a lie I feel fine Clear fucking mind You can't stand On your own I'll bury you Like a bone
Your body abused, tattered, and torn Far from the way, the way you were born Pure, impure - There is a difference I disapprove, feel the anger in my chorus All I do is bow my head in shame And look to myself for the blame But you know and I know it's not my fault Still I find myself mad and distraught over youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
