They're chasing my steps, want me to decline Broken stairs, screams from the past,
chains choke me to divide. No one can't save me, the rope will hang me high.
Would you cure all my scars for making me crawl, Would you beg me to clean, envy, your sins. Would you cure all my scars for making me crawl, Would you beg me to clean...
Deathly nightshade, guide my heathen heart. In this grave the daisies are blooming, they're trying to deny the final countdown.
Unphotographable, untouchable, a dream that melts in the climb
Deathly nightshade, guide my heathen heart. In this grave the daisies are blooming, they're trying to deny the final...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
