Everytime I drive a nail into his hand, His aura disappears. Every single thorn I push into his head, The symbolism clears. The skin I open with the crack of my whip, Bleeds sincerity. The salt and vinegar I pour on his wounds, Bring serenity.
Cramming centuries of lies in my brain You've got no proof, I've got no use for this game.
The stones I vigurously throw at his face, Enable me to choose. The lance that punctures flesh and lodges in his ribs, Helps me break loose. The cave I blocked to hide your mortal remains, Was never strong enough. The more I try to kil the image of you, The more I live guilt-freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.