Cuts deep within ourselves Knives in our own hands Wounds still bleeding Never to stop their stream
Unable to remember When and why they were born Still they pour their misery To this rotting piece of flesh
Vision growing darker Ready to be sent to the grave Right after gasping for air For the very first time
What on this earth Could be more beautiful and true Than the complete solitude In darkness of deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
