Falling apart, walls all white, white on blank, blank on blank While on your knees again, there; something like a victory When these savage apes Throw another lashing, or a lucid dream, I don't know Next to black dice and the chime maiden's bell, Nothing feels like the six South sides of Hell Insane/Unsafe Standing there at the precipice of rot you'll wonder how such chaos has been amassed, and while you marvel at the insurmountable torture, you will feel death's grip and then no more as you are banished to nothing And still, nothing feels quite like the six South sides of HellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
