Running through the marshes, tangled in the tall grass Waking up the neighbors, scattered thoughtless Stagnant in my process, lackluster but obsessed I use them as objects, decayed mortals Senseless indulgence Awakening the animal taking lives behind my mask A sense of warped virility That slowly takes my soul in its grasp Soak my clothes, covered in kerosene No one knows thee roads that I have seen Cut off the nose, the toes, fingers, and the teeth A bloody ghost, some soap, and a rosary To cope with these I smoke the green openly An open sea of blood from a flowing leak I only see the hope from a broken peak Croaking from my cheeks, I don't speakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
