Clock is ticking, the bugs are dead I burned them of the wall and had a fit I ran into an old friend of mine All we could say was it's been a while I wanna dig up the memories I wanna go to the black-out fields We're anticipating to the nothingness And amply rewarded for an arty mess
Clock is ticking, and we know it Time is money, so hit it quick Try to mend all the broken hearts The healing of soul is about to start I wanna dig up the memories I wanna go to the black-out fields We're anticipating to the nothingness And amply rewarded for an arty messTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
