It felt like crystals The last I heard If we were faced with The fate of the world
Take everything your filthy hands can carry We'll leave everything just like we found it
We'll trace your bloodline And spell your name
What made this all make sense We'll learn to count to ten We'll play with cancer cells We'll make them turn straight back
I half expected that Watch what this counter sells We'll brave the sound of darkness And get burned straight back
I could just easily detach From where we'd begun My other thieving sons Had asked just what went wrong?
Watch as this heads straight first Which of the scars came first Which of us stays? Which terms? Which of us waits his turnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
