One circle of sun ago I saw in you some colours Instead of 13 shades of gray Today you name disgraced With your shape erased from pictures Like 8th day of creation
When all is said I prefer to hear only voice of silence When air turns bad between us Breathing turns to self inflected violence
Turn away Walk away
I slay and burn if you return to take some actions Seek satisfaction, burn my core A faceless one what you have become Just like deadman's phantom You don't exist, You don't belongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
