Seducing teens with perverted ideals and empty promises – They throw themselves into the grinder for love of you. When they cry “Please kill me”, they see the truth all too late – you were never fighting “for us”. Their families turn to charity to numb the pain, and your influence runs so deep that they still don’t see you laughing. They don’t see you.
The gears spit out their chewed up husks over the same flag mothers wipe their eyes on. Tears mix with oil and blood.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
