Staring at the wall, suffering. This lake of disgust, an endless sinking. Your words of comfort, a useless thought Then all I had was a gift That allowed me to feel all the pain from surrounding people I could touch their anguished souls I could feel the weight of their eternal failure
I felt the pain of the victims Gushing out of wounds All given by devils feasting upon their souls
Now that I don't feel anything at all I need to taste this torment againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
