Your fear Your weakened shallowed emptiness All that is beckoning me For years I've seen your lack of everything Pushing me far beyond you To hold In my hands all I'll ever need Turning the gears in my head The sweating
I'll have to deal with it now The Strength I've always known that I possess Scratching and tearing at me The pain In knowing all you've ever done Turns into dust at my feet Your end The churning hallowed nothingness Driving you into your grave The sweating and bleeding The growing and feeding On all that is beckoning meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
