I am the worm that moves from page to page, Reaching for his arm, patched-up stripped sleeve. Steel spirals shine from their vests. This is madness. Pure darkness. Burning death-flies and contorted flesh. Looking from the line, they mumbled. Streams of steam tumble. Drifting from our gums... A wish for the clouds; pure harsh rain. I am the mixed menace. I am the half-bred whore. They didn’t ask for anything but our mothers forest floor.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
