True or false, the life of man Beneath her dress, so soft so thin Not wicked thoughts, explains he shakes For God's sake hold the key Locks in this agony Your armes are positioned, but they are not nailed You look for the pacifist, but he went He's lost in the maze These winds are cold and its walls will press his face True or false, impulse of man Hits his girl, she swirls across the floor And as she falls, bites out his tongue Black strips on the birch Man's eyes bulge ans burst He shouts "pacifist help!" but he cannot hear He's lost in the maze The rock cuts his back And the wind will press his face.... press his face... True or false, impulsive man Erase the face from smile to scream Must keep his hands inside his head Tear lines in her clothes Bruised hands hold the rose So now you must wait for the honey to come to your throat Your arms are splinters But they will scrape the disease from his face Press his face.... press his face...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
