Then the times curved like wrong reality Sitting there in my well-shaped suite White leather, screwed little thing called destiny And set for something new
Sailing hack, some things hexed, licking the corner again Soup is washed and tastes so bad and so am I
And the snake is closing eyes - the reason why I sing 'tomorrow' Poisoned by good-looking lies - what else I've got inside of me And the vermin hides inside - albino python chokes and swallows All the riddles came alive — the reasons to set all free
Every day there's a fight to gain control Let it all go, breathe, stand and be free Then all dreams were like lights on the wall The ones you want more a slightly out of reachTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
