My miser ways are mounting I'm counting days While nullified and wretched Channeled aggression That's fueling the rage
Oh why I'm thrashing my body with age
Oh what a better way to split 2 fives in 6 ways Paced to faced
I've flown from the far away mountains Spit on the brave who are hidden in their caves Lost limbs in the fiercest of winds Shits gone astray Hairs falling in clumps My toes are eternally numb Cold air has now all but prepared My body for a marriage with soil
Rage on through clouds of the bitch storm It's on its way Scarring the face Crush cans to get gone and get away Salvation's rays Soul eater's haze
I'm waving The standard With honor Singing my own accolades I'm violently drifting And sordid You are!
Oh what?! I'm finding myself today
Oh what a better way to split 2 fives in 6 ways Paced to faced yea
Grave drawn Martyr by my own hand Thin hands scratch through The skin to my bones My bones now entirely hollow Bit by bit I decay Hairs falling in clumps My toes are eternally numb Cold air has now all but prepared My body for a marriage with soilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
