The ideas in my mind are so clear and latent And the smell of blood won’t leave my dreams Like an obsession to be always clean Remembering the concert I made Burning a bitch, the first masterpiece
Drinking some wine The ideas are getting clear Now I realize what I got in my hands The mortal pen writes with ink I write with blood Immortalizing this gift of writing
I know how express my feelings Tattoo art is in the skin This one is through the soul
Three deceased I had to do To realize that I must improve this gift A legacy from my grandfather
Coagulated blood shows what is real The true art of overpass I must go on, I have to practice
It’s just the beginning of a bloody historyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
