The smell of antiseptic permeates everything around you It's 2 am and the nurse will be back at 5 Wandering these halls grows monotonous, but all you have is time And still you don't know when you'll be free again Fluorescent light bathes you in a sickly blue white glow False cheer radiates from children's art on the walls The effect is a curdled attempt to hide the fact that death is here Your life becomes as thin as the sheets on which you sleep Cold storage Releasing your past life, a dulling sense of time Lost moorageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
