Wild stroke with stolid arms Wounds you in the head You're dying very slow While those bones are Crushed and destroyed
Nobody cares for you and you don't care We struggle to be free But we finished in a cramped creed The holes in the ground For you they are marked Smell of ground scatters with dead friends Your sallow body wants to dance
Unhealthy, your pain is unhealthy The most severe case does not help even one medicine The pain is so strong, that you don't even feel it Consolation is coma and light at the infinite endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
