As I stare the next minutes I have to waste The rest of my life, body and taste As I plunge into the swamplands of troth I lay in a chair with sloth
Sloth punctuated by lust Envy dissimulated with pride Avarice defended with anger Repent ourselves if you can For the ending is near
Among the nature there's a drive that moves it An attraction to the inorganic Our tiny lives are hanging between guts and gutter Between an owl and a wall And a will to deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
