Coughs the wrack the heart upon the ribcage Holding onto a life that forsake you Years before Longing for one last second Seemingly unconnected fragments Cut the feet of whom Upon this floor tread And about to give way Under the pressure Deny your well-meant concerns And wish you ill...and wish you ill Blades to unzip the daydream Concoctions to numb the throb Reflective fragments That trap the moment And take years off of the life The loss of a life Preempted by the droning of bees So ready to die In defense of their queen And I have not yet made peace Stab through skin to fill with blood My spawn shall grow strong And from the mindless sludge With purpose swarmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
