Behold my eyes While I cut down the tree Through my spine A rush of doubt choking me Choking me hard
Just once to be a man of no account
No frames to keep me down No fences and walls No sacred crown Can make me yield my ground
What you say What you will be Remains to you
Behold my eyes While I cut down the tree Through my spine A rush of doubt choking me Choking me hard
Hard to be a man in misery A privilege to own My sunken cheeks and tired eyes Got time to tell you so Who I am What I will be Remains to me
You're like a splinter to my mind Like a nail to my wrist A dagger to my heart Like needles through my soul
No bricks and steel No concrete fields No smothers and lies No bullshit and flies No backbone and guts No stabs and cuts Can take what I'm yearning for
All our lifes (sic) Washed away instantly I take my time Your hands choking me Choking me hardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
