I need a mircale to conquer this endeavor. The imagery of song to portray the routine of life. Maybe I'm neurotic or just wrong in general. Maybe I should concede and put out the fire. Can you feel this uproar? Festering desire in my thoughts. I can promise you one thing: I will hunt you till you die. In absence of your favor I would rather choose death. I'd perfer it only be executed by you. No legacy, fall short of understanding. Maybe I should concede and put out the fire. I want you to bleed me of my misery. Drained bled dry; hung up for all to see.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
