poor little kid trying to revolt but noone cares until noone dares anymore first he hurts himself – then those he needs anchorless until the third force beats
poor little child – nothing makes sense you can just try to comprehend cause mostly you will find ignorance when you are searching for tolerance
it is the era of concretion you know – we are not alone better expose your buried humanity before time disproves yoour overweening throne
on the other side of the wall you can hear the deathbells toll physucal and mental borders keep our minds within fell orders
anyway – we all try to defend a place for us to be but unless we are not able to share it there is no chance for us to be free
efforts and dreams today for sale within a structure made to fail we don't understand our close connections our worlds are not inner reflectionsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
