Like a vortex we swallow kicks and the snares so hold tight to the stairs cuz the floor is next
Don't forget you are not really here You're just a figure of imagination, one hallucionation short of losing it the way you act is proving it's impossible to deal with once your soul leaves Your body gets bruising. It's a fact of life, we all decompose once our brain cells lose the will to continue the pain bro Thruth is we're all the same exact thoughts tryin'a put away hallucinations of the black hoaxTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
