Business is your life Two kids, a beautiful wife Upper class, high society The foundation of your ideal You feel much too safe In your palace, in your grave Now i'm here for first hours You are my host, i'll take your powers
I'm the one who rapes your mind I'm the one who steals your pride I'm the one who takes away I'm a liar, a parasite
I'll take what i need I don't kill, just want you to bleed Your goods and your sking I use your esteem to get in No one knows what i am Only you, but you can't tell No one of them would understand That they hold a parasites' hand
Recognize the spots coming from within Burning like a shoot, a nail under your skin No chance to run away' cause i'm remaining Your fucking last daysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
