I awake in pool of my own blood and my own piss. Stuttering idiot, what have you done? Did you drink from the bottle or did it drink from you? Did you cost yourself another friend? Failure is the only word strong enough to describe this life. Playing terrible fucking songs for you simpletons. Ascribing some depth to this idiotic poetry, ascribing some depth to the fool. Maybe some day I wont come to like that. Maybe some day I blessedly wont come to at all. And then the silence can blissfully reign. And then I can sleep in my eternal repose.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
