With bowed head Im sketching new plan Looking like angel is drinking blood from my fresh wounds Hate, anger, despair a desire to fall, lust Absorbs me completely
Im flicking hair but I don't see the face Invisible canvas of outlined events Next lines of the plan are like the days leading up to the end Black lines are blurring together and form a black hole A void that cannot be filled Everything come back and go leaving behind emptinessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
