Three minutes left. The clock clicks towards your final breath. Now what's on the line is what you will say for the thousandth time. Close your eyes and wait patiently. Recall back to the apathy. Love wilts and the flower dies. Forever never had a place in me. You wanted something, something for nothing. Would life be enough to set you free? You wanted something, something for nothing. Would death be enough to let you sleep? You wanted something, something for nothing. It won't be getting easier. The light in me is fading dimmer. Was I good for this? Me and life seemed to never fit. Were my intentions considered in the way this played out? Or am I just filling in another grave? Did I take enough to even the score? Or did life just run its cycle on another number. You wanted something, something for nothing. Would life be enough to set you free? You wanted something, something for nothing. Would death be enough to let you sleep? You wanted something, something for nothing. If you could see what I've seen you wouldn't question me. Don't question me. Don't you fucking question me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
