If I could speak endless truths Would daylight cut through and wake us up from all we know Or would it burn like eyes set to the sunset West, to your skylit sable
Take care how you cut yourself with postmortem knives Sweetness to heartless turns cruel Sweetness to heartless turns to appetite for spiders and flies
Know what to say, ruminating No farewell to matchless light A closing thought to settle the end We write and though the mirror shows Nothing more than versed hope dying cold, remember
Take care how you cut yourself with postmortem knives Sweetness to heartless turns cruel Sweetness to heartless turns to appetite for spiders and flies
Come to terms with time Relative to crossing distance of the mind Call the ghost in through aperture The mirror shows nothing more than versed hope dying cold
Take care how you cut yourself with postmortem knives Sweetness to heartless turns cruel Sweetness to heartless turns to appetite for spiders and flies Take care how you cut yourself with postmortem knives Sweetness to heartless turns cruel Sweetness to heartless turns to appetite for spiders and fliesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
