Life goes on by each second, I'm too tired to resist time's grasp The end of my existence is inevitable, I'm in a riptide of souls Caressed by dark hands made of shadows and thin bones My jaw is touched and a grey life squeezes upon me
Inside of my hole again, down and deep I dwell 16 years of angst and edge or 16 years of hell My veins are gone probably by now I have no means to justify myselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
