the sad queen of everything buys her way into yr dreams to burn the evil palace down and drag the corpse out of the ground to take zolpidem at heaven's gate to purify this holy weight drag your claws across the sea crying over everything you eat
held apart, begging your fear to hold your hand for one more year prostitutes for hope align the bad ideas inside your mind to turn your thoughts away from love toward slave driving karmic blood yr giving birth in the prison pit cause no one cares it's easier to quit
no one cares it's easier to quitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
