can he reach for his soul his fascination with the outside save himself from this sea of grey or breathe ash and finally die
hidden in our shells too afraid to admit that we never killed the child within that our toughness is made of pain
throw away everything before the last reach inside embrace the numbness of finding nothing but broken meanings in mocked patterns
questioning everything in sight last attempt to feel anything inside with disdain he connects to the world with contempt he cries for helpTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
