Mine field is called the place I'm living in, Carefully watching each and every step I take. Bright white straight jacket chokes me off My eyes are tired...
I... feel the cold steel on my forehead. Like... binding pleasure of being dead.
Downward future! I descend... Counterblast! And chokehold 'til the end...
I'm flushed like the booze I hammer down, Like a piece of trash to be kicked all around. When would be a time for a better day? My cocked 'n' loaded soulmate leads the wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.