Numb and burning, my head is turning over my shoulder to the ones I left behind. Older and older, I'm growing colder. The sun has set yielding warmth to the cold of night. I am cold. I am barren. Forced to live without merit. I am cold. I am barren. Trapped in this grave that I inherit. Flayed flesh and marrow hangs to rot. Obedience upheld as ripped veins clot. With gaping arteries, you're lesson is taught. Mercy is a dream that can't be bought.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
