Stone dust, rain rust Blood lust, gunbust Doing drugs of the Upper Crust You're lying on your back Resulting signs lead to a cardiac attack The cards are stacked The balls you've lacked have brought you Full circle and back You're wearing bitch's clothes Instead of coming to blows Searing, seething Sneering, bleeding Wondering what the hell you're needing You're lying on your back Resulting signs lead to a cardiac attack The cards are stacked The balls you've lacked have brought you Full circle and back You're wearing bitch's clothes Instead of coming to blows "You're blowing your mind Instead of blowing your nose The oldest rat in the pack Not something that makes you stronger Just your mind weaker, and your life Your life less longer" Your mirror's crack'dTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
