The mind can atrophy such mediocrity things aren't always what they seem sometimes and every waking dream repeating central theme if we don't wake up do we die? and when the best can be worse than what's usually found it's all between the lines then patience starts to bleed increasing enmity its time to let the bullets fly
developed all exposure revealing no composure the gates are open wide the wrecking ball is here your chest contains no treasure the prisoners are loose we've come for you all
pay the expected fee for the insanity now the reflection's deeply lined all systems fail and seize break down and spill the grease aggressive tendencies designed
and every element will force a consequence it takes a slanted state of mind then patience starts to bleed increasing enmity it's time to let the bullets flyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
