In the sacred, but burnt out offside We make love everyday with the crime With the fists full of tension that grows We assist in show while we still stand alone Look they conduct the man to be slapped They demand, so he behaves like a mad It’s a whole group of rascals and bones Look how gently he fall after being stoned There is me, ready to bury him Look at those with intention to quit They are full, mission accomplished I am still hungry cause I tried to be too much distinctTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
