A deep sore dragged through ages The sores are my own, I know Wounds collected through a lifetime And wisdom I pick up along the way
I received the spit from a snake And the snare cut real deep I was caught in her womb Something spreading in my veins
Those walls I faced alone I crept on bounded knees The own will just vanished I wept my compassion away with tears that flooded your heart No river leads back to mine I bow down in soil and whisper I gather strength to spread the diseaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
