Swallowed into curbs. Gasp to catch your breath as you follow the unholy motion. May our eyes turn white and our fingers turn into claw. Night will come to cover our vice. AND the vacuum is create. as our lifeblood dissipates. night will come to cover our vice. our voice is hollow. our sights is nil our thoughts are empty and so are these words ‘'I'' the remnants of man's delusionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
