A/Attest/Crowding Within the Mind of Pale Aspirations
There is a hopeful intolerance To keep me from the pain That inflicts my purpose Every second is a subtle reminder Of the man I used to be
Step by step Onward towards a new self But damn this chain Around my neck
(I am) Forced to carry you (I have) Learned to hate you (I am) Forced to nourish you (I will) Learn to embrace you
We are all we have Under this dirt Condemned to sprout From seeds of afflictionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.