All that poison I have swallowed refuses to exit my mind. All those tears that burn my eyes stay inside never flowing away. Pain and longing copulate giving birth to dreadful things where death is needed, evolving sickness of life. Is there a meaning for this growing harm?
All what my mortal eyes see, sickens me...
What are the goals of this war between dreams and reality? Ideals of the erased are the most charming ones, but this world seems to be attracted by greyness.
I have no strenght left to strive to maintain a name in ears of the sordid ones. All is well as long as my slumber is not disturbed. Contempt is mutual.
The day of my birth was a soporific. Eyes open wide I'm weak and blind. When common sense sleeps, I come awake vigilantly waiting for the final outbreak.
Glazed eyes in this head, anguished fingers down in my throat. Illusion of health - I fail to vomit. So much poison I have swallowed.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
