When did this become everyday When i'm expected to show everybody my brains How could i walk around With it splattered all over me What can i say between the shit that i cough up And could i look you in the eyes With my pupils constricted to put through you
Is this mess making you beg We ain't all asking the same for change Is this mess making you bed We ain't all begging
An orgasm A sneeze Am i the glimpse of a fucking god The small death of escaping Only to be born a heroTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
