Waking up in a room filled with dirt and debris What day is it? Does the Sun shine or does it not? Rising on slim legs I wander helplessly Is there anything for me besides sorrow and pain?
No joy, no smile, only sadness fills my mind In the mess there is an old blade watching me Inviting, tempting me to hold it firmly Enter my body, ease my suffering
Spill my blood, soothe this life Paint the canvas Rend the flesh, give me bliss The picture is complete
With a smile on my face, thickly covered in scars I meet my destiny, as a twisted mess An eerie figure with wretched pleasures Finished the artwork: a sculpture of tormentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
