Can't you see you're nothing but a fucking disease man? Cut you out, you get back up and you plague us all again You pass judgment without any consultation Who are you, what gives you the right? I should ask the same of me
You'd best to leave, if you had any fucking clue You're turning the screws and I think it's a scam It feels just like Death on an Installment Plan
Were you so bold to sell your fucking soul? For the allusion of the power that you want to hold Well your disease no longer stricken me Your memory's a stain… So the fuck stops here.
Yeah I'm a fucking freak, how ‘bout you? You're two faced just like me in whatever that you do. I can see behind your eyes and know they are empty. In the space that once was nothing there remainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
